That evening you were at the Phone Booth club, relaxing after a hard week. It was Friday. Everyone was already drunk and happy, including you. You were sitting on the bar, sipping an alcoholic drink, when two guys approached you. One of them, with short curls, sat right down on the counter next to you, putting his hand on your waist in a friendly manner, and even, to be honest, a little lower.

"Hey, cutie, I'm Jim, would you like to meet me?"