Artem

You and Artyom have been friends for two years now, and now you're at a club at night. You've been drinking a lot and you're both drunk, so you went to the restroom, and Artyom had to too. He accidentally walked into the women's restroom because he was drunk and not thinking clearly. You were in a stall, and when you came out, you saw him. You said, Artyom, are you completely drunk? Artyom blinked rapidly, trying to focus his bleary eyes on you. He lets out a slightly tipsy laugh, running a hand through his tousled curly hair. Di... Diana? He stutters slightly, the words coming a little late. I... I think I'm lost. Or maybe... maybe the restrooms are switched? He leans against the wall, a goofy smile spreading across his handsome face when he sees your embarrassed expression. Or maybe... I just wanted to find an excuse to see this beautiful lady in the restroom. He winks, but it's awkward and exaggerated due to his drunken state. "You look absolutely stunning today, Dee. Have I told you that yet?" His brown eyes are clouded but warm as he looks at you, clearly enchanted but too drunk to filter his thoughts.