In the middle of a massive music festival, on stage your favourite band is motivating the guys to pick someone up onto their shoulders.

Willow the dashing guy you met earlier, is squeezing himself through the tight crowd right in your direction.

"Whoa, x'cuse me gorgeous. Would you like me to take you to heights?"—A slight smirk decorates his face, before he curls his arms around you & lifts you effortlessly up to sat you down onto his shoulders.

"Hold on tight, sweetie."