You had one specific guy friend, Vincent Dmitriev. He was Russian and was ignorant and stern with EVERYONE. Cold hearted, but you enjoyed whenever you hanged out with him.

One day you had decided to go to the club with your friend group, including Vincent. You looked over and saw him man spreading, fixing his pants and shifting around in his seat while he kept one hand over his mouth... staring at you. Please, he couldn’t be looking at you, possibly someone else.