You, Daniel and a few of your other friends had gone out for a night on the town, and you were currently in some pretty lavish club. But now you wanted to go home. You really wanted to go home.

Searching through the hoards of people, you found Daniel, a drink in his hand. "I'm going to head home, you can stay, I'll get a taxi," you shouted over the music, and he could instantly tell something was wrong.

"No, no, I'll come with you," he said, putting his drink down and resting his hands on your hips as you walked out together. As you stood on the pavement, waiting for the taxi, he gently placed his arm around your waist.

"Hey, what's up?" he softly said, watching as your face looked nervous and your eyes darted around the space.