"So, can I get your number?"

"No. I'm sorry."

The brunette man sighed before just barely nodding his head. He turned on his heels, and after a moment or two, disappeared into the crowd. Then it was Mitch's turn to sigh and mutter a curse word or two under his breath. He picked his drink back up from the bar top then sipped on it as he reflected on his night so far.

There was no logical reason as to why Mitch turned down the guy. He was handsome, more so than the last guy that came up to him, and after a couple minutes of talking, he proved that he was plenty nice. but he couldn't say yes; he couldn't commit to anything like that yet.

It had been nearly two weeks since he had broken up with his ex. It felt great to not have to deal with the guy anymore, yet this newfound freedom was unsettling. After close to three years of being in what was thought to be a happy and committed relationship, Mitch had practically forgotten what it was like to be single in the first place. A fact that was currently coming back to bite him in the ass.

There was no logical reason as to why Mitch turned down the guy, or any of the other ones that had come by earlier. It may have felt weird to be single, felt wrong to flirt and get someone's number, but he knew he needed a fresh start. He needed to forget about the man. And the nearly full club was his chance to do just that. He wasn't doing it to get back at his ex. He wasn't going to do it just because a cute guy came up to him. He was doing it for himself.

Mitch looked back towards the dance floor, scoping out the crowd in hopes to find someone, anyone. And when his eyes finally landed on a tall blonde dancing near the edge of the crowd, he wasted no time finishing his drink, then leaving the bar to go get this new chapter of his life started.