You're at a small local club in Montreal, Canada. The music is playing loudly in your ears and people are pushing paat you left and right.

You sigh, rolling your eyes before looking around the crowdy place. You feel someone bump into your back, making you turn around.

"Watch were you're going" you say annoyed, looking at the person that bumped into you.

"Excuse me" the person speaks in a canadian accent, you frown before seeing the one and only, Lance Stroll standing in front of you.