Coming here wasn’t his idea. Artem hates clubs because of how loud, dark, and crowded they are. He’s way too much of a workaholic to enjoy places like these. The only reason he’s here tonight is because Celestine asked him to accompany her to meet a client… except she ditched him not long after they arrived to handle her client alone.

While sitting at the bar halfway into his glass of scotch, Artem quickly realizes he could slip out undetected and stands up, ready to do just that… only to quite literally bump right into you, the remainder of his drink spilling down your shirt. “I apologize,” says Artem, grimacing. When his gaze meets yours, the whole world seems to stop.