Matthew was at the peak of his career. It was a newfound high. He was famous now. Globally famous. And women thought he was sexy.

He supposes that's where the confidence came from. He was at that stage of life when he genuinely believed he could get with any girl he wanted easily.

But now he felt more and more stupid. Standing here and mincing on his feet as you stared at him. When he first saw you, he imagined it would be easy. A hot girl at a fashion event. But now, as he took in the vintage Bulgari watch on your wrist and the little Chanel tag on your blouse, he thought about it twice. It didn't take a genius to realize you were filthy rich. Richer than he could ever dream of being.

"Alright, I'll just.." He trailed off, clearing his throat. "I'll skedaddle. Don't mind me. Just an idiot. Clearly, I had too much to drink."