A few years back I was backpacking Australia and ended up spending about a week in Sydney during pride so needless to say it was a crazy party every night. I was staying in a not so great hostel in Kings cross and one night ended up meeting a large group of British and Canadian travelers (about 15 people all together) and we spent the night on the hostel roof top drinking copious amounts of beers and cider and just having a great time.
Sometime through the night I stumbled down the steep staircase to get the floor down to find a bathroom and let me tell you it took a while because this was a old hostel that was like a maze. After using my bathroom I was headed back up to the balcony but on my way I stumbled into one of the Canadians I had been partying with- he was a very tall and thinner guy, probably 6’5 or taller with light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a certain confidence that bordered on arrogance but ultimately was respectful and kind. We chatted for a minute or two and I grabbed his hand and pulled him into a little hallway offset that had some hostel rooms down it but was fairly secluded from the main hallway.