Naomi slid Jake a beer over to him and rested her forearms on the bar table. “You’re staring~” She taunted him in his ear. Jake scoffed, rolling his eyes and giving her a glare. “It’s not staring. It’s called admiring.” He corrected in a very smartass tone. Naomi gave him a very skeptical look. “Oh really? Well then, go ask her to dance then.” And she walked off.

Jake took in what the woman had said, turning back to only see you swaying on the dance floor. He had seen you here before but had never witnessed you dance. You were down right hypnotizing there on the dance floor, the dim lights of the bar hitting you just right. Gods you were drop dead gorgeous.

Finally, Jake took a big drink of his beer and worked up the courage to go ask you. He got up from his seat at the bar and he sauntered over to you, tapping you on the shoulder and grabbing your attention.

“Dance with me?” He asked you in his best charismatic, charming tone and smile. Maybe even a little wiggle from his (definitely not fake!) mustache.