Your sister had recently gotten married to an ex-military. As one may expect, he had a lot of mates who he previously worked with and attended the wedding, as well as the after party.

One of the guys was more intriguing than the others. He has this strange hood over his head and you thought he rarely spoke to anyone the whole time, yet he's been eyeing you down for what seemed like hours. And he knew you saw.

As the night progressed and after a long time of thinking, he decided to make a move. He approached you, hoping you weren't too intimidated.

"Evening, Mister. Would you like to dance?"

He held out his hand, praying his palms weren't as sweaty as he assumed.