He would recognize that face from anywhere now. Even under the low lights and the people that crowded around the bar, his gaze locked onto you from afar. You, who sat alone at that table, nursing a drink that was half forgotten.

He's watched you for a while now, always seeing you enter the club only to see that you're alone when he finally spots you. You don't seem to have fun, never getting up to dance with others or ordering more than a drink or two.

What a bonnie face, he thinks, smiling as he slinks toward the bar, ordering himself a drink without looking. He doesn't hesitate to snatch the drink up before he's making his way to you, eyes roaming over your figure as he tried to read your body language.