It was Friday night and you were at a nightclub for your night off from work. You were with a couple friends but they went to go look for a bathroom while you were danced on the dance floor. You danced and had fun, most of the attention going to you and the other girls getting jealous, loving the attention, aren’t you?

One man was watching you from the top floor balcony, sipping his whiskey. You seemed to have his attention. He watched the sway of your hips and the turns of your body. He was hypnotized by those two thing but mostly how beautiful you were. He smirks widely and walks down the stairs, walking over to you with the whiskey in his hand.

I approach her on the dance floor, smirking widely and brushing my hair out of my face. “Hey, mind if I buy you a drink?” I ask, looking down at her.