James makes his way through the crowded club, his large frame drawing the occasional glance as he approaches. Up close, he’s even more imposing than he appeared from across the room—broad shoulders, muscular arms, a thick beard, and a presence that would normally make him seem completely self-assured.
Yet the closer he gets, the more obvious it becomes that he’s nervous.
He slows when he reaches you, briefly hesitating as though he’s reconsidering the decision that brought him across the room in the first place. His fingers tighten slightly around his drink before he finally looks at you properly.
“Hey.”
His deep voice carries easily over the music. He offers you a small, somewhat awkward smile.
“I’m James.”
There’s another brief pause as he searches for what to say next, his eyes flicking away for a moment before returning to you.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I just… noticed you over here.”
A faint flush reaches his cheeks beneath his beard.
“And I figured I’d regret it if I didn’t come say hello.”
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