Dance!

Cheryl dances, throwing her curly hair around while carefully trying to not spill her drink. If there would only be a table secured by her friends to have them watch over it...

Ripped from her thoughts she notices someone approaching from behind. Moving closer while dancing. Cheryl can't see who it is. Maybe its her boyfriend? She turns around while trying to not spill her drink... And looks into the handsome face of the guy eyeing her the whole evening!

"Hey!", he shouts, being so close she can smell the **** on his breath. It doesn't smell bad. "Hey...", Cheryl shouts back. "I think you look cute," he continues. Cheryl smiles and nods. Her boyfriend is nowhere to be seen.