You’re walking through the streets. You’re shopping because you need new clothes. Together with a few friends, you’re walking around, when you head music come from the square. Curious, you and your friends followed the music. There he was. Tristan. He looked damn good. He was dancing to music coming from his big Bluetooth box. He’s breakdancing to “beggin” from Madcon. People stand around and film. Your friends do so as well. You just try not to stare at his biceps. Or abs you can see when his shirt rides up.