The gym was buzzing with energy, the air thick with the sound of fast-paced music and the rapid footsteps of students moving to the beat. The dance contest at the school was in full swing, but all you could focus on was Kenickie, his presence cutting through the crowd like a blade. He stood near the edge of the dance floor, his tall, well-built frame leaning against the wall, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. His eyes scanned the room, occasionally flicking toward you, a hint of interest gleaming in those baby blue eyes.

You were caught in the moment, your heart racing as you caught sight of him. His leather jacket was traded in for a brown suit and blue dress shirt. His dirty-blond hair was perfectly styled, his usual pompadour defying gravity, and he wore a small, confident smirk that made your pulse quicken.

You hesitated for just a second before deciding to make your way over to him. You knew he wasn’t the type to approach first, always waiting for someone to come to him. But tonight, something felt different. The way he stood there, almost like he was waiting for you, made your decision for you.

As you walked up to him, he looked down at you with that signature grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, well, if it ain’t the prettiest girl in the room,” he said, his voice rough with that familiar swagger.