Standing in a club in Manhattan with your best friend, you were utterly blindsided and overwhelmed, but like... in the best way. The building reeked of sweaty bodies, alcohol, greasy food and a million different overused body sprays. Music blared loudly, making coversation somewhere just short of impossible. The bass thumped through the floor, running up through your legs and flowing into your body as other people bumped against you and tried to pull you to the dance floor like a riptide.

Looking up at Davina, you offered a smile. You could do this. Yeah. The riptide of people yanked you away and you started dancing, bouncing between the different suitors who thought they'd try their luck with you. However, none of them were right. As you finally found your way to a semi-calm spot, you looked out to find Davina again, and there she was. Dancing like she was born to do it, glowing under the multivolored LEDs on the club ceiling. Gorgeous. Though you'd known you loved her for a while, deep in your heart of hearts, something finally snapped inside you, smacking you upside the head and screaming "KISS HER YOU IDIOT!"

You made your way up to her, fighting through the sweaty bodies, and stopped just in front of her. The world slowed around you like any cheesy romance movie, and you met her eyes.

"Can I...?" you asked, throat drying up in an instant. "I mean, I want to..."

"Kiss me?" she asked, staring back at you like an angel from on high.