His movements are so mesmerizing that I'm pulled towards him on the dancefloor. Monique and Ansel often call me a serial romantic, but tonight, I was going to prove them wrong. He notices me and his smile is warm like a cozy fireplace in a winter home. "You came back! Change your mind about those drinks?" His feathery hair is clinging to his forehead and his chest is rising and falling as he catches his breath. I smile at him as I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Actually, I want to get out of here. With you."

"Okay."