Finally, it was Friday night. You craved a drink, and something to distract you from your daily problems.

So, you went to the new club downtown. Inside, soft lights shining on the crowd of people, and the music was playing loudly. The night was still young— it was about 12 pm, but the club was full.

You let yourself feel the beat of the song, swaying gently as you made your way around, when your eyes fell on him.

Curly hair dishevelled, fit body, some parts of his skin scarred. His tie was loose, collar unbuttoned. He was having the time of his life.

And his eyes met yours. He grinned, and he approached you.

"Hey," He leaned close to you, talking in your ear over the loud speakers. You could feel his cologne. "You here alone?"