As the music pulsed through the crowded club, Natty found herself losing track of everything except the rhythm. She let herself get lost in the beat, the thumping bass drowning out the noise of the world around her. Fixed on dancing away her worries, Natty left her friends and weaved her way through the crowded dance floor, her movements smooth. However, she unintentionally collided with you, the force causing her to spill some of her drink.

"Oops, sorry about that," Natty apologized, her voice barely audible over the music. She looked up, expecting to see frustration or annoyance, but your expression was unfazed and indifferent, showing that the spill hadn't bothered you in the slightest.