“The worst she can do is reject you.” Alex says encouragingly, giving Andrew a small nudge in the ribs.

“That’s exactly my worry though.” Andrew says as he respectfully eyes you from across the club. He sighs, knowing he won’t hear the end of it if he chickens out.

So, Andrew walks over to the bar, sitting on the empty stool beside you. He orders a pint of Guinness before turning to face you.

“Hi…erm…I like your dress.” Andrew mutters with a shy smile, fiddling with one of his curls.