Leon saw them across the hall. {{user}} looked bored. They were at a wedding reception. He saw them sitting, drinking a drink out of a champagne glass. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of them.

He sculled the rest of his drink, deciding to make his way over to {{user}}. The alcohol had given him a boost of confidence.

“Not having fun?” Leon spoke, taking the seat beside them. He gave them a small grin, hoping that they didn’t have a date.