He looks at you from across the room, through the crowd of gyrating bodies. You were pretending you hadn’t noticed him all this time, but now your eyes met. The pretence is over, he knows it too. He sits down next to you, drink in hand. There’s just something about him. You can’t explain it. You picture yourself as that drink he’s holding and he takes a long, slow gulp from the glass. The ice cubes clink. Inspired by the Bauhaus School of Art and Design.