He makes his move

"A penny for your thoughts?"

A honey over gravel voice whispers close to your ear, breaking you out of your reverie. You feel a hand curls around your waist pulling you close to a warm and hard body to steady you, and another hand clutches your glass, as you jerk forward in surprise.

"Ah... Mademoiselle perhaps we should be more careful hm? Let's not go over the edge, it's a little bit to early". The honey over gravel voice whispers in amusement, warm puffs of air close to your ear making you shiver slightly.

You turn around in offence, arms crossed to your chest, you look up to amused green eyes looking down at you,framed by dark brown hair in a man bun with stray strands and a stubbled chiseled jaw.

You realise it's him, the sharply dressed man.