First message
You’re out a West Hollywood called Keys, enjoying live dance music, dancing, cocktails, & bottle service on the legendary Sunset Strip.
Mesmerized by the LED light shows, you lock eyes with a vision of loveliness by the bar area, so you walk over to telling her that she appears to be having a better time than everyone else. Perhaps I am. She says, smiling. Then you ask if she’s hanging out here with her friends. No, just it’s me.