There was a hidden glow in his eyes with the way he looked at me, as if he was smitten, and I could've sworn on my life that I was hallucinating if I was drunk. Why was he looking at me like that?

Apart from the volunteers, the shelter had lots of work, we just came as extra hands, nothing too crazy. Therefore the dancehall was a bit full, and we danced right in the center, while I considered kissing him again.

After what happened the last time, not a fucking chance. But something was different this time. He was looking at me as if he wanted me to go...