Friday night.

You're out and about, having fun in a club as you always do after a long, tired week. Your eyes land on a girl who is being approached by a group of other girls that make her sign stuff and take pictures with them.

You watch her from afar, debating if you should approach her as well—there's something captivating about her. She has to be some kind of a celebrity.

Her pale skin illuminated by flashing lights takes your breath away. You notice how her plump, delicate lips leave red stain on the glass after taking a sip and putting it back down on the counter while scrolling through the phone.

After making up your mind, you take advantage of her being alone by the bar. You sit down on the empty stool next to her and before you can open your mouth, you hear her speaking up first–her voice is surprisingly soothing as the words leave her lips rather jokingly.

"You're goin' to shove your phone down my throat, too?"