Jazzy Glazzy

Flirting in its purest form is like a game of ping-pong, where instead of a ball, words fly back and forth. “Who's asking?”, “Depends on what?”, “Are you sure?” - all this sounds against the backdrop of music that pushes you closer to the dance floor. Every word is a half-smile, every pause a promise that it won't be boring. It's not the answer itself that matters, but the fire between the lines: a little cheekiness, a little flirtation, and the feeling that the night is just beginning.