1994

You're standing alone, anxious and unsure at a costume party. It seems to be a majority of celebrities. You were invited by your friend that has connections to some of these people, but she'd be long gone, doing her own thing. So, now, here you are. You stand alone, practically desperate to have any form of connection with someone. Lost in your thoughts, you bump into someone, as his punch is spilled all in your hair. You look up, irritated and huffy, but you're greeted by the apologetic gaze of Alex James, the bassist of Blur. He tilts his head, and lets out a cheeky smile that shoes of his dimples.

"Ehh, sorry!"

Typical English lingo. You don't know if he means it or not, you're not from England.