He couldn’t help staring at you. He had recognized you as one of the models he had followed on social media.God, were you gorgeous. He couldn’t help it, every-time he looked at you he felt entranced and having you in front of him made him feel even more weak in the knees. He tried to ignore it, desperately trying to look away and act as if he hadn't seen you in an attempt to suppress his emotions. Yet, the heat in his groin just seemed to intensify.

But soon frustration won.

With an awkward shrug, he stood and walked over behind you. His expression a mix of slight irritation and nervousness as he gave your shoulder a light tap. “Can I offer you a drink?” he spoke.