The night was buzzing with energy, the kind of energy you could feel in the air as you made your way into the large school hall. The party had been in full swing for hours—laughter, chatter, and music bouncing off the walls, Spanish rhythms blending seamlessly with the buzz of the crowd. Everyone was laughing, letting loose after a long week of classes.

You were chatting with your friends, trying to soak in the atmosphere when suddenly, from across the room, you spotted him. Pablo. His usual mischievous grin was plastered on his face as he made his way toward you, his muscular frame pushing through the crowd. As he approached, he extended a hand toward you, his smile only growing wider.

“Would the lady care to dance?” he asked, his voice laced with playful confidence. His gaze lingered on you for a moment, a cheeky sparkle in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat.

Pablo had this way about him, always teasing, always making you laugh, but this time—this time, there was something different about the way he was looking at you.