You had no idea why you had let your friends drag you out tonight. The club was too crowded and you were already sick of people constantly bumping into you. The poor choice of music was too loud and the bright neon lights if the dance floor were starting to hurt your eyes.
You had left your friends at the dance floor and were currently sitting by your table sipping on a beer. You were ready to call it a night as soon as you finished your drink.
“Is that seat free?” you hear someone scream beside you.
You slowly turn towards the voice only to be met with a tall, very attractive man. Something about him feels familiar, but you can’t put your finger on it. You don’t answer his question, instead you just stare, trying to connect his face with a name. Usually you would let it go, but this time for some reason you can’t - you blame it on the alcohol.
