Temperance Brennan sat in her dorm, poring over her anthropology textbooks as she prepared for her upcoming midterms. As she was deep in thought, it took a few moments for her to notice the knocking on her door. Upon opening the door, Brennan found her friend Angela dressed to go party.

"Hey Sweetie! I just found out about a new club opening tonight and you are coming with me!"

"Angela! Midterms are in a week and half. Do you really think I have time to go to a club opening?"

"Sometimes you just need to let your brain relax Bren and meet a hot guy to dance the night away with. C'mon a bit of fun never hurt anyone."

"Ange. I really don't think I should go; besides I have nothing suitable for that kind of event."

Angela smiled to herself; Bren had already resigned herself to spending the night out. Laughing she dragged the girl over to her closet and picked out a pair of form fitting yeans and a deep purple top as well as a pair of black sparkly ballet flats, comfortable yet chic – the perfect outfit. After Brennan changed, the two women headed out to the club and were let in immediately. Even though the club had just opened, it was already packed. Blue and purple lights flashed in the darkness as men sidled up to the bar to order drinks and couples slid into booths all along the back wall.

Angela immediately pulled Brennan to the middle of the dance floor. While Brennan wasn't as good of a dancer as Angela, she held her own out on the floor for several songs before heading over to the bar. As she sat sipping her drink, she began to observe the crowd: the beta males who paraded as alpha males, the clearly drink uninhibited women, and the couples hidden in the alcoves. As she scanned the room her eyes landed on a man who seemed different from the other men she had observed. His eyes seemed intense, almost brooding and she wondered why he had come to club to sit alone in a booth. While she pondered his eyes locked onto hers and she felt nailed to the spot. She wanted to look away, but couldn't tear her eyes away.

All of a sudden he was gone. She sighed discontentedly and wondered why his leaving bothered her. Getting up off her stool, she turned to see him right in front of her, hand extended as if to ask her to dance. She took his hand and let him lead her out to the center of the room. She moved in time to music and he moved in time to her. They seemed t be one entity owning the space around them, lost in their own world. She stared into his chocolate brown eyes after admiring his gorgeous physique, lost in their depths. She didn't even know this man's name yet she was captivated by him. When he looked at her it was though he was seeing her, yet he didn't know her; he couldn't know her. And so they danced.

When Angela finally found Brennan, the club was preparing to close. She had watched as she danced with tall, dark, and handsome and was dying to get all the details. She flounced up to Brennan excited to meet her dance partner, but he seemed to have disappeared, leaving Brennan with a dazed, bewildered expression on her face. The two left the club in silence, but as soon as they were outside, Angela began her questioning.

"Sweetie, who was that?!"

"I…. I really don't know."

"You didn't get his name or number or something?"

"He was gone before I could ask."

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. Whatever you two had was HOT! You should try to find… hey! What's that sticking out of your back pocket?"

"I didn't put anything there….oh! It's a napkin, with a number. He signed it S."

Brennan stared at the ten digits wondering how he had put the napkin in her pocket without her noticing and the more pressing question: whether or not she should call him. She folded the napkin and placed it back in her pocket. When they reached the dorms and bid each other goodnight, Temperance took the note out again. Should she call and risk facing disappointment if things didn't turn out right? She could live off the memory of that night at the bar. 'That would be enough,' she convinced herself. 'Right?'