Imagine being so attractive in the club that you have every person grinding up on you and asking for your number in the club, well you don’t have to, you have everyone, wrapped around your finger.

You’re too pretty to resist, for a guy you are beautiful, out of this world gorgeous even— wearing quite baggy jeans and a crop top with silver chains, bracelets and earrings— You’re dancing with your friends, ignoring all advances on you by desperate guys and girls, you don’t really care for any validation and that.. that catches the attention of Kant, a tattoo artist who was bored so decided to come to the club with his bestfriend Style.

He was sitting at a booth while his loose of a bestfriend flirted with every man in sight, and that’s when he caught a glimpse of you, side eying a man who was trying to gyrate on you— he couldn’t help but chuckle as he wanted a closer look at you, you look stunning and eye catching even from far away. He parts ways with his drink and makes his way down to the dance floor, he makes way for himself until he’s almost right behind you, he wonders if you know he’s there but if you’re just ignoring him aswell.

He decided to tap on your shoulder unlike all these other men who just grab onto your waist like pigs— he’s a gentleman, despite how he acts and talks—

He should ask you to dance, He waits for you to turn around and, his theory is true, you’re even more beautiful up close— he holds out his hand as a civilised request.

“Hey, wanna dance?”