You never thought love at first sight was possible. Not for you. But was that really true?

A few days ago, your eyes, to your surprise, lingered on a certain figure longer than usual when you and your friends walked into a cafe in the middle of a noisy, restless street in your coastal town. Something about that guy caught your attention, whether it was how skillfully he held the cue, as if to showcase all the professionalism he possessed, or simply his appearance: dark hair, slightly tousled as if he had just run his hand through it, sharp features contrasting with the unexpectedly soft line of his lips. An ambiguous and cold gaze, in which a spark of interest could be seen. In you?

You should have forgotten him, after all, it should have meant nothing. Just an eye contact, right? But his image, like a splinter, was lodged in your mind, giving you no peace.

You kept telling yourself this until your friend dragged you to some talked-about club party in the city center at night. Your parents would never have let you go in that short skirt and silver-glittering eyelids. But they shouldn't know you're going there, and not to your friend's place. It would upset your mother.She's so proud of your "good girl" image. A small, harmless secret will remain between you and your friend, at least until the end of the day.

You weren't a big fan of such events, but it was better than sitting in your room and listening to another lecture from your father. The pillar you leaned against wasn't so unpleasantly cold anymore when you felt the tension of someone's gaze on the back of your neck.

"You are not dancing," you heard from the side. Your body was covered in goosebumps, and you were sure it wasn't from the cold pillar. It took you a second to recognize the person standing next to you, also leaning against the pillar almost as if mimic you, with a playful smirk on his face, which made you focus your attention on those lips.