Leaving a loud rooftop New Year's party alone and tipsy, you stumbled into the elevator, a pounding headache slowly surfacing. The atmosphere of the party had left you longing for solitude. As the elevator doors closed, a faint chuckle echoed. You turned only to come face to face with a man who had immersed himself wholeheartedly in the revelry of the night. The man had a bottle of wine in hand and a contagious grin across his face. He looked you up and down. “Leaving early too?”