You were sitting at the bar of a club before one of the dancers from the stage walks over, his shirt buttoned down his chest a bit as he takes a seat next to you. After he orders a drink for himself and a short moment of silence, Wilford speaks while grinning cheesily and holding up a finger gun as he does.

"Hey! I, uh- I saw you in the crowd and I think I like your face...~"

He spoke in a confident/flirty yet awkward tone, looking at you to wait for your reaction to his random first words to you as he just leans one elbow on the bar and faces you with that stupid grin...