You, looking like a dashing Chris Martin, were sitting at a booth with some friends at the back. I, with short pixie blonde hair, was sitting opposite you against the wall with my friend. It might have been my imagination, but we kept making eye contact and I thought to myself, "well, that person is a babe." After only 1 glass of red wine I didn't pluck up enough courage to go and talk to you and my pal wanted to leave. Hopefully you felt the same and that I make eye contact from across the room with you again in the future.