Beau looked around the for the party booked room which slowly cleared up. As your eyes met, he remembered seeing you alone. Just then the music changed, and a slower song came on - the last song of the evening, saying goodbye to the other guests with its gentle tones, perfect to save your night. He got off his stool, rolling his shoulders back before offering his hand to you. "How 'bout we hit the dance floor one last time, eh?" He asked, glancing down at you with a soft smile.