“Quick quick! Go over there, he was smiling at you since you stepped into the club!” your crazy girlfriends pushed you towards him and quickly backing away.
“Noooo! What the hell are you girls doing?!” You exclaimed. Too late, you are standing infront of a clean-shaved guy, with two puppy eyes that looked straight into your soul, your heart.
“Hola! Senorita, eres hermosa~ Oh, lo siento, my name is … …” and before he can finish his sentence, his extremely cute smile with a little bit of “bugs bunny” teeth and yes, not forgetting the super adorable accent caught your heart. Suddenly you can’t breathe properly. This guy, this stranger, how can someone be so perfect live on this earth?
For that moment everything seems to swirl together. The loud noisy pounding music, the huge amount of people that are dancing crazily beside you, all the things that you hate about a club don’t seems to matter to you anymore. You find yourself looking, looking straight into his passionate eyes. For the first time in your life, you felt that you belong to him and you fit exactly right into those arms of his. As you drift further and further away, some stupid drunk girl accidentally spilled some cheap cocktail on your expensive dress.
“SHIT YOU!!!!!!” you shouted at that drunk girl. The guy, the stranger infront of you gentlemanly pulled out his handkerchief kneeled down infront of you, quickly yet gently wiped the drink away from your dress.
“HANDKERCHIEF?! In this era, who uses handkerchief?” you mumbled under your breath and smiled to yourself.
“Sorry?” He looked up at you.
“Oh no, it’s nothing.” you blushed.
“Hey, can I have your name?” you asked in a shy manner.
“CESCCCC!!!!!!!! VEN AQUI!!!!” And before he can open his mouth and answer you, a tall man with blonde hair and his actions which totally looked like herp derp king, shouted at him across the room.
“Senorita, I gotta go, here, this is my name card.” And he planted a kiss on your cheeks before he rushed off to him. You took the name card from him, feeling puzzled and happy.. Just when you saw him disappeared into the crowd, you fainted…

(F.Y.I: THAT STRANGER WILL BE LOOKING LIKE THIS*)
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