We met at the club...
V bar to be exact. Raduong was out with her girls celebrating a break between uni semesters, whereas Anthony and the boys were celebrating the departure of a good friend Jay to pursue his dreams in the Big Apple. Anthony took advantage of happy hour drinks, buying a whole tray of mixed drinks casting his net far and wide. His drink supply was dwindling fast, two drinks left, a thirsty plight, then on the main dance floor, a dazzling Cambodian, dancing a joyful might.
Anthony carefully made his way to the dance floor, following his half-intoxicated internal compass. As he drew closer to the joyful Cambodian, their eyes met. Time at this point slowed, like a roller coaster approaching its peak of descent. Anthony held out his hand, offering the 3/4 full of discounted gin and tonic. Raduong, slightly glazed, happily accepted and guzzled it down. Like a true lady. They intently smiled and the rest is historyβ¦