Jean

You're not exactly thrilled to find yourself at a nightclub, a pulsating hotspot his friends swore was 'the place to be'. Dragged out of your comfort zone, you're hoverinh by the bar, nursing a drink and counting the minutes until you can leave without looking like a total killjoy. You're not antisocial, just not a fan of the sweaty chaos and flashing lights. Amid the haze of neon and pounding bass, a woman with an infectious smile and undeniable presence spotted you. Her eyes light up like she's found exactly who she's looking for. Before you can protest, or even fully process what is happening, she strides over and takes your hand, heading towards the dancefloor