He wasn’t in the mood this time. And he wasn’t in the mood to let his mind be changed. No, he was only really here because it was one of those things he did.

It was kind of funny, really, how he had every option in the world available to him but he found himself in such a rut. Doing things only because he didn’t do anything else. Yeah, it was really funny. Too bad he wasn’t in the mood to laugh.

But he smiled just the same, because that’s what he did. Smiled and nodded and kept himself in motion… ignoring the heat in the eyes coyly tracking him. Ignoring the subtle and not-so-subtle brushes of the crowd against him as he moved.

Some other night – possibly as soon as the next night – he’d make it up to them. Then he’d meet every gaze with a knowing glance and a flirtatious smile. Then he’d lean into a few embraces and whisper some suggestions of his own in an ear or two. Yeah, then he’d smile and smolder and mean it… as much as he ever meant anything.

But tonight he’d just endure here, because here was better than home.

Write about a character without using their name. Pronouns (he, she, it, etc) are acceptable, but no names. No ties to physical description either. Then sit back and see if anyone can guess who you're writing about.