There he was at my 12 o'clock, probably about three arms length away from me, dancing with his group of friends. He stood out from the crowd, even under the flickering lights. He was tall, an eurasian, in his jeans, plain white tee, grey hoodie, and his converse chucks. Dressed so casually, he could just pull off as a model effortlessly.
I playfully "danced" my way across the dance floor with S to get a better view, and the next thing I knew was we were all dancing in a group, in a friendly way, which was nice. I could not help but to gush and stare at the same time. His hair looked soft and slightly unkept, nonetheless it was stylish, like an indie boy. I couldn't help but to notice that his hair colour matched his hazel eyes. The way he danced was funny, pretty stiff yet groovy to some beats, but it was awkwardly cute.
Then it was getting late, I had to leave. I'm sure that night would be the first and last time I see him. Come to think about it, he looked a lot like Sen Mitsuji, and guess what, I googled to find out that Sen is an Australian-Japanese. The uncanny resemblance. He was dreamy, I cannot find words to explain, he's absolutely almost perfect. I'd say he checked all the boxes in my checklist.
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