Christofer bumped elbows with a man and the two gentlemen glanced at each other apologetically and then he looked back at the pretty blond, she teased him about his suit "Come from a funeral?" The fact that she spoke english and her silly little joke made him break out into a grin. His arm wrapped around the small of her back and he pulled her in a bit closer so that he might lean down and speak into her ear.
"Even worse." He began. "I just came from a very fancy, very important business dinner." He let her go so that she might take a step back from him to dance more comfortably. The song changed and the people cheered as the beat rumbled through the dance floor shaking the glasses on the bars. It was loud but Christofer tried for a conversation anyways. "I take it you are not from Paris either?" He hoped she could hear him over the cheers.
He thought of when he had last been at a club and dancing and he forced the thought away. This was not the time to be thinking of such sad things. He had come to Paris not only for work but to forget for a while. Perhaps he might even take a girl home with him. He want that kind of freedom again and his wife had taken away that happiness. Chris looked at the woman and he held out his hand for her to take and he shouted his name "I'm Christofer."