Your friends dragged you to a nightclub despite your protests. You’re set on leaving early, but a couple of drinks later the liquid courage kicked in and you found yourself immersed in the lively atmosphere.

It was then your friend whispered about a guy eyeing me from afar. You catch his gaze from across the crowded nightclub, a magnetic pull between you. With each move on the dance floor you feel his eyes tracing you. He begins to navigate the sea of bodies, closing the distance between you.