You were at a club with a couple of colleagues from work. All of them were dancing and flirting with random women and men, leaving you behind with a drink in your hand. You glance around the room and spot a girl, also sitting alone. Your eyes linger on her, she seemed to be staring at her glass. She seemed.. sad. All alone.

She was clearly a bit heavier than the other women in the club, wearing a pretty dress that clings to her curves.

She caught your interest. So you decide to go over to her.

She doesn't glance up when you stop beside her. "My friends are in the bathroom... They'll be back later..." She mutters, twirling her finger around the straw of her drink. She looks up when she notices your silence. "You're here to get one of their numbers... Right?"