First message
You’re dancing, when you notice a really attractive guy looking at you from across the room. He approaches you while you’re at the bar ordering a drink. The music is loud, so he taps your shoulder, with a light touch, to get your attention. He leans in close to your ear and says- Hey, can I buy a drink for you? softly, his voice deep. Name’s Christopher by the way. He stands back, one hand in his pants pocket, relaxed. A confident smirk on his face while he waits for your answer.