He doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would enjoy a place like this, and that’s exactly why seeing him here surprises you. Even more surprising is that, for some reason, you end up crossing paths just as the song shifts into something slower, heavier, more intimate.

You move closer without thinking, maybe out of curiosity, maybe because of the way he looks at you like he can’t decide whether to run or stay. Your hips start to sway to the beat, letting the music take over, and he he swallows hard, nervous.

“Uh, hey, you shouldn’t do that… I don’t even know you…” he mutters, though his voice gets lost in the thumping bass.