"Meet me at the club!" Your friend said. "It'll be so fun, we'll dance until our legs break off!" He said. Now you're sitting at the bar at a club down the street, guys in fishnet shirts dancing away to some Gaga song. Which, wasn't bad eye candy, to be honest, and he wasn't anywhere to be seen. You got stood up. Rude.

But you couldn't just, leave, right? You got a drink, you got a good outfit on, you cleared your schedule, you look like a sex worker, (which isn't a bad thing!) forget it. You're having fun on your own.

So, you down the rest of your drink, sneak away from the bar, to the dance floor, and dance. Sulking is for wimps, you thought.

But when you were dancing, a guy cought your eye. Short, tan, black hair, hoodie that was probably too small and women's jeans. A classy guy, at places like this. He was holding drinks above the crowd, handing them to some people. And you couldn't help to look. He couldn't help but look back.