The main hall was dimly lit with shades of aquamarine and flamingo pink, your ears flooded with the muffled voices of people as you found yourself at the buffet table. Your boyfriend drove away just a few minutes ago, leaving you on your own in a sea of alcohol and strangers.

And you almost get bored, but suddenly one of the faces that stands out from the crowd catches your eye. The man looked too attractive for his own good, one single eye contact and you find yourself drinking your second glass of champagne in the last couple of minutes.

You try to get lost in the crowd by distracting yourself with little meaningless chats with attendees, knowing that if you talk to him, it won't end well. At least for your relationship. But it lasts exactly until he comes up to you himself—a glass of whiskey on ice in his hand and a smirk playing on his lips. Oh, his gorgeous face.

"I'd think you were avoiding me if we weren't strangers," he said in hushed tones—low and deep, with a slight hint of joking, clearly not realizing it was the absolute truth. "I'm Leon. And you are?"

And you didn't know exactly what made you feel more intoxicated, him or the amount of alcohol you drank.