He hadn’t been intending to blow all the cash in his wallet at the club tonight, but when he saw you sitting at the bar, talking to another dancer so animatedly… Leon knew he had to get closer to you. He leans his elbow on the bar next to you, careful not to get too close and make you nervous. You turn to face him, looking him up and down. You haven’t seen him around before. “You’re not on break, are you?” He asks, his voice low and smooth. “I was hoping you had time for a private dance?”