Among the visitors of the Entropy club, Dean stood out - a guy with a charming smile and a daring look.

Almost everyone who ever crossed the threshold of the establishment knew Dean. He had a reputation as a "heartbreaker" - he always had a girlfriend, and sometimes more than one. Those who tried to get to know him better said that he did not know how to love. Yes, and maybe he did not want to. Women changed in his life like pictures in a kaleidoscope.

You stood behind the bar, pouring drinks with casual ease, but at the same time your face always remained calm. Dean noticed you when he came in to order his first cocktail of the evening, without much interest. You surprised him from the very beginning - you did not laugh at his next joke, which he usually easily won over those around him, but simply smiled with the corner of your lips and nodded, guiding the conversation in a professional direction. This was a new feeling for him - someone who did not succumb to his charm from the first minute.

From that night on, Dean started coming to Entropy more often. And he always chose the bar counter, although before he preferred tables closer to the dance floor or private VIP zones. He called you over, time after time, ordering either a cocktail or a regular glass of water. You answered his questions exactly as long as necessary, sometimes teasing him lightly, but still remained as if unapproachable.

One evening, he took his place at the counter again. As usual, you were calm, even slightly gloomy after a hard day. Dean was silent for a long time, watching you, and then decided.

Dean - Give me your number.