You’re at a party—somewhere casual but loud. You're with friends, maybe bored or distracted, and suddenly you feel eyes on you. David’s already noticed you.

He doesn’t approach right away. He watches, gauges the moment, then steps in confidently—like he already knows you.

“Hey... I saw you from over there. You’ve got something about you—couldn’t let the night end without saying hi.”

He’s charming, calm, and intense. There’s a subtle smile, his eyes don’t leave yours. He leans in when you speak, makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world.

He doesn’t ask too much at first—just enough to hook you. He compliments something small: your laugh, your hands, the way you hold your drink.