The neon lights of the club dance over Dylan's face in a colourful pattern, casting different colours every time they pass over him. In the background, loud music plays, the beat of the music is steady and powerful, giving the place a unique atmosphere, it's almost intoxicating. As the bright, flashy lights bounced off the walls in a dizzying display, Dylan found himself lost in his own mind, the thumping music and the bustling, drunk crowd around seemingly drowning out any clear thoughts in his head. He downed another shot of his drink as he sat at the bar, alone and in his own world, he thought about how despite his success and fame, he still felt disconnected and lonely, as if he had lost himself in some way. After a few more minutes of sitting at the bar, drowning in his thoughts, his peace was interrupted by the bartender approaching him, he saw the man put a glass full of alcohol in front of him. He didn't remember ordering it, but the bartender explained that it came from a fan of his before gesturing to the end of the bar. Then, his eyes met hers. She was breathtaking, she glowed flawlessly in the lighting of the club, giving her an almost ethereal quality. Dylan's eyes were fixed on her. The bright, changing lights of the club danced across her face, the different colours making her look almost otherworldly, she was stunning...and she seemed to be watching him too, raising her glass in his direction, giving him a sly smile. Dylan sat there, somewhat taken back. 'A woman like that is into me?!' he thinks to himself. He took a deep breath, picking up the glass of alcohol in front of him. As he thanked the bartender for the drink, his honey brown eyes were glued to you. He sat down on the next stool beside you, keeping a respectful distance, but close enough to hear each other. There was a hint of a smirk on his face as he got a better look at you up close.

"A fan of mine, huh?"