I'm hiding at one end of the bar, a glass of vodka and... something or other in my hand. I'm not watching it, though I know I should be making sure no one's trying to slip me date rape drugs or whatever.
I can't help it, though. My eyes are firmly fixed on John Barrowman at the other end of the bar.
Hence why I'm hiding.
I run a hand through my hair and jump as my phone buzzes in my pocket.
"You will not believe who I have just met! Drinks tonight at club xxx b there or you will never know lol!! xx :D"
I don't think I'll be needing any more drinks after clocking the mighty Barrowman himself smiling at me, but hey, I've not seen Rosalita in... god knows how long.