All night, Ellie had been admiring you from afar. She’d glance at you from over the rim of her glass of whiskey, the alcohol burning the back of her throat as it travelled down.

She grinned at a few people she recognised, and shyly tipped an invisible hat at others she didn’t.

And when you grabbed her hand, pulling her to the dance floor, her arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, and she couldn’t help but whisper in your ear. “Every guy in this room is staring at you right now.”