(Chapter 3)
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**A few hours later**

I took a quick glance at my watch, 11:30. She should be nice and tipsy by now I thought to myself, still not fully confident in what I was about to do. I took another deep breathe. For this encounter I was going to try and befriend her, get her personal phone number and go from there.
I felt very tense as I walked up to where she was sitting at the bar, the same seat as before, only this time there were a lot more people surrounding her, not only that, but it seemed like they were all conversing. “Maybe I would try to make a joke… Or should I just slip in and start laughing along like I had been there the whole time?” I asked myself under my breath. “Here goes nothing.”
“What’s red and smells like blue paint?” They all stopped mid sentence and looked at me confused.
“Red paint, Hi I’m Tim” I quickly responded.
“Oh haha I remember you from earlier, you were the American that was kind of awkward!” Lillian slurred as the others began to disperse.
“Yeahh that would’ve been me most likely, anyways I need to get straight to the point, can I have this dance?” I managed to say right as a waltz began to play.
“Oh why not.” She muttered to herself as she struggled to stand. I helped her up and walk her to the dance floor where we spent the next half hour blissfully dancing and after that we sat down for a few more drinks. By the end of the night I was leaving with her personal cell phone number and a kiss. I was beginning to think this mission was going to be an easy one… too easy I wondered?

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