You were putting on some lipstick before going to the club. You couldn't really see if you messed it up.. but that wasn’t a problem.

You stood in front of the entrance, patiently waiting for everyone to get in—that’s when you felt a hand grab the edge of your dress and gently pull it down.

You turned around, a teal eyed guy standing behind you. He raised an eyebrow and grinned, as he ran a finger just below your lips to fix your lipstick. "I’m afraid that dress is.. a bit short from the back.”