All night, he's been looking at you, and it's been returned. Both of your eyes kept locking and hell with it. They were pretty. He was pretty. What was there not to stare at?

The night continued on though, and with a few too many drinks, and a game of seven minutes in heaven, you found yourself praying for a chance with this stranger.

You got to spin first, and which a bunch of praying and luck, the bottle landed on him.

He smirked, standing up and offering a hand for you. You took it, and now you were being dragged to the bathroom nearby.