Van had told her it wasn't impossible, maybe a little difficult, but not impossible.

Lottie had been staring at you like a creepy for the last two hours, watching you not at all discreetly from across the room as the loud music filled the room and the smell of cigarettes wafted through the room - that was hell itself for an asthmatic.

Anyway, Charlotte was in an internal battle whether to go to you or not as you spent half the night exchanging glances and giggling nervously whenever you caught each other staring, it was like a contest to see who blinks first. The brunette still remembered Van's encouraging words;“Come along, hand on her waist, kiss her neck and praise her... that's how you get the girl”.

The most you could say was no

Overcome with a sudden surge of confidence, Matthews turned her glass around and handed it to a random stranger as she walked towards you, her mind screaming at her to get out of there and avoid the possible biggest out of her life - seriously , you were practically untouchable.

“Hey, want to dance?” Her voice was a little low due to the loud sound and she had to try hard to get your attention. “I asked if you wanted to dance… with me.”