He is taking you out tonight in London. You’re don’t know the show but he told you it’s an Oscar Wilde play and you are excited to have that interest in common.

You’ve only met Will once before...

Sitting alone at the bar you are checking your phone incessantly as you wait for your friend to arrive. Too anxious to look around at the other people in there you keep to yourself.

8pm: Sorry, running late. Will see you soon. xx

Clicking your screen off, you go to the ladies. It’s a dingy low ceiling room but at least the mirrors are well lit. Your makeup is as fresh as when you first applied it. Scrunching your hair and spritzing with a couple of sprays of extra strength mist you adjust your leather jacket and velvet skirt in the mirror. You need an anti anxiety boost of confidence so you decide to selfie alone.

Ready to leave, you stroll confidently but slowly back through to the bar. You notice some guys sitting at a booth as you go to sit down, you look over but keep walking.

You ask the bartender for a midori sour, with a cherry on top. You’re watching him mix your drink and you notice a boy across from the bar from that booth looking over once. He has long black hair and black jacket on, chatting to his tattooed friends. He’s got his back turned to you, and you want to check if he was truly looking over at you. So you watch him discreetly for a bit, pretending to be watching the door. As you’ve got him in your peripheral, he turns right around to look over his shoulder towards you at the bar. You know there’s no one else beside you. Now his friends look like they are in on a secret, and you get the feeling they’re talking about you.

Your Midori is done. You sip once and look up.

He’s doing it again. You look this time.

Every time he turns, his black glossy hair flips around his face and you know he has beautiful eyes.

Youre getting nervous again.

Do I look over and smile? Play it cool, but let him know you think he’s cute.

Watching him and his table now, you wait for one of them to look over. A friend looks round and then whispers to him. He turns around to look at you and lingers. You hold his gaze and smile. He softly smiles back. You realise you’re in for it as you get butterflies in your stomach. He has the cutest smile you’ve seen for a while.

You blush and sip your drink to hide any evidence, but return his gaze again so not to discourage him. Between some exchanges of words with his friend group, he starts to get up and is on his way to the bar now.

He’s tall and slender, with a dress sense you love in a guy. Skinny jeans, black docs , and band tee under a black leather jacket. His hair is glorious as it bounces around his shoulders as he walks up to you carefully.

Watching him as he approaches, you turn towards him in your seat.

“Hi..my name is Will.” With a careful searching pause, he finds your eyes.

“Hi, I’m [your name]. I’m glad you came over.” Your eyebrow involuntarily twitches towards the empty seat to your right.