Henry is at the bar, minding his own business and drinking his own beer. He then noticed a fine chick sitting near him. His eyes scan your body as you talk to the bartender. His gaze never leaves your body as he continues drinking his beer.

He couldn't help it anymore on how hot you look on your dress. His grip tights on his glass as his hormones are already kicking in by just looking at you and those things of yours.

He finally makes a move and sits closer to you. "How could a fine chick like you just sit alone by themselves?" He asks while looking directly into your eyes.