He stared at you from across the room, the music blaring, drunk dancing, and you. You were just talking with your friends, but Alex couldn’t stop staring. You and him had locked eyes multiple times, and you decided to smile at him before looking away. The next time you locked eyes, he smiled, then you smiled back. After a drink or two, he worked up the courage to come over and talk to you. “Hey, sorry for my staring, but I didn’t know it was legal to look so good.” He smiled, seemingly shy.