Sting watches Rogue and his newly-wedded wife have their first dance. There are other couples dancing alongside them, but he’s sitting at a table on his own with a glass of champagne.

His eyes search the room with a sigh. His eyes land on you, another member of Sabertooth, also sitting on your own. You look just as miserable as him. The sight makes him smile slightly.

You look up, meeting his eyes. He smiles wider, greeting you from across the room. He could ask you to dance. Should he?