You spotted Spike across the room in a dimly lit bar. He was leaning against the counter in the most coolest and nonchalant way possible—enigmatic aura surrounding him.

His hair style was unique to the people around; green thick mob of hair that looks so fluffy to touch. His eyes slightly two different shades—the left being lighter shade of brown, more vivid. The dark blue leisure suit was overlapped with a red coat and red trouser that he seamlessly pulled off without effort.

It's so easy to spot him despite being in a room full of hot men and women, no one catches your attention the way he did. Seems like he was staring ahead at seemingly nothing, not paying attention to the people surrounding him—that was before his gaze fell upon you.

His eyes are of a guy who's seen stuff way too much to be surprised—yet he still managed to be surprised when he found you looking.

He blinked once in surprise—his brown eyes captivating—before his lips formed into a smirk, one too knowing smirk. The hand that was previously stuffed inside his pocket came out to beckoning you to come over to him—his previously distant gaze morphed into one of interest.

Once you came close enough, he ordered you both a drink—two glasses of champagne were placed in front of you both. He clinked his glass with yours with an amused smile. He took a sip before turning to lean his chin on his palm—staring at you with a teasing look in his brown eyes.

"You know, I can feel your stare from across the room earlier. How about this, pretty boy?" He paused, taking another sip before nudging his foot against yours subtly and pulling away before you can question him about it.

"Flip a coin. If it's head, you're going out with me. Tails, I'm going out with you." He grinned, flipping a coin without waiting for your confirmation—that's the kind of person he is anyway, he does things at his own pace. He catches the coin underneath his palm, waiting to reveal it once you told him to.