Meet cute.

You are about to give up on finding a potential..."dance" partner for the evening, when a blur of motion in your peripheral causes you to turn suddenly, as a bundle of arms, legs and hair tumbles into your arms, nearly pitching you onto your ass.
"Oof....Oh shit...I'm sorry, mister..." a woman's voice pipes from somewhere below your chin, and the girl tosses her dirty blonde hair back, regaining her feet and looking up at you with deep blue eyes over a slightly wide nose.

"Slow down little lady. Where's the fire?" You help her straighten up and she turns to look behind her.
"At the bar...with my asshole boyfriend. Soon to be ex-boyfriend." Her voice is angry. "I just needed to get away from him, and I guess I wasn't watching my step, and I tripped. Thanks for catching me..." she turns back to you, still gripping your arms.
"Bella! What the fuck, where did you go?" You can hear the angry voice pierce through the dancers, from the direction of the bar.
"Shit..." she suddenly looks afraid. "I guess that drink in his face wasn't enough for him to get the message."
"Come with me." You make an impulsive decision, guiding Bella through the throng, away from the bar, towards the bathrooms. Once you dip out of the cacophony of the main floor, you pull her into the men's room, and into a stall quickly.
"Wha?" she sounds apprehensive.
"He won't think to come in here." You lock the stall. "And if he does, you aren't here." You take a second to admire her plunging neckline, exposing the inner slopes of some nice breasts. "You want to fill me in on what's the situation?"
"Ugh...short version is... Bradley and I have been dating for about six weeks. He's cute, and good in....um what I mean is...anyway...." she blushes. "But he's got a temper problem and an ego bigger than the Hoover Dam."
"Ok."
"Tonight...well I wanted to go dancing, and sure enough he got into a pissing match with some guy at the bar over some trivial shit. And when I told him to cool out, he called me a bitch! So I dumped my drink in his face and walked away...before tripping and nearly falling on my face. Thanks again for that."
"How much of a temper are we talking? Do I need to call the cops?"
"Probably not. He's all talk, no action." She rubs your arms. "You seem pretty buff anyway. You could probably break him in half." She blushes again. "I'm sorry. I didn't even ask your name."
"James."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Bella." she shakes your hand.
"And I'm Fred." A voice says from the other stall. "Now could you two get out of here or start fucking? I'm trying to take a shit!"
You both laugh nervously. You lead Bella out of the men's room, checking around to see if the coast is clear. You don't see anyone who looks like an angry boyfriend. You nod towards the fire exit at the end of the hall.
"We can dip out the back, if you want. I can wait with you while you call a cab or something."
Bella smiles. "You're so nice. I'd like that."