The bass hit first — deep, heavy, like it was shaking the whole building. Neon lights spilled through the hallway as your friends pulled you by the wrist.

“Come on, bro, stop acting shy! WE'RE VIPS!” one friend laughed, dragging you past the bouncers like you actually belonged there.

The doors opened and the world shifted — darker, louder, richer.

Inside the VIP section, you saw him.

Abel. Not The Weeknd the superstar — just Abel, leaning back on the couch, low-key as hell in a black tee and chain that still somehow looked expensive. Cash and Lamar were near him, talking to some people, bottles glowing under the LED table.

Abel glanced up for a second. His eyes caught yours. Not even a smile — just that calm, unreadable look he always has, like he knew everything going on in the room.

One of your friends screamed internally, “ABEL!!” but tried to act cool, tugging you closer.

Your heart was already doing backflips.

Fog machines hissed, the DJ switched to a Weeknd remix, everyone yelling “Ayyy!” as the beat dropped. Abel leaned forward, laughing with his crew, and Cash handed him a glass. Lamar threw a quick nod your group’s way like Yeah, we see you.

Your friends pushed you so close you ended up standing right near their table.

And for a moment, surrounded by lights, music, and Abel freaking Tesfaye himself…