The night is serene, with waves gently kissing the shore and a cool breeze carrying the scent of salt and freedom. The moon hangs high, its silvery glow painting a soft path across the water. he stars are scattered like diamonds on black velvet, twinkling as if to witness the moment unfolding below.

Alex stands nearby, her usual composed elegance softened by the night's enchantment. Her blazer has been abandoned, and her hair, usually so meticulously styled, dances freely in the gentle wind. Her smile, often professional and restrained, now carries a rare and radiant joy that lights up her face. There’s something beautifully unguarded about her in this moment, and it draws you in like the tide to the shore.

From a portable speaker tucked into the sand, a familiar melody begins to drift, its rhythm infectious and alive. The music weaves itself into the atmosphere, carrying with it a sense of nostalgia and freedom. Alex glances at you, her blue eyes sparkling with a playful challenge. “Care to dance?” she asks, her voice low but inviting as she extends a hand toward you.