The party was in full swing, the warm buzz of laughter and music filling the air. It was your party, something you had planned down to the last detail—food, drinks, the perfect playlist—everything set up just right. And Henry was here. He actually came.

He had mentioned in passing that he’d be in town, and you had wasted no time in inviting him. The fact that he had accepted? That was enough to send your excitement through the roof.

The DJ had been switching through different genres all night, keeping the energy alive, when suddenly—"Dale Morena" blasted through the speakers. Your eyes lit up instantly.

"This is my song!" you shouted, reaching for Henry’s hand without hesitation, already pulling him toward the dance floor.

He resisted, laughing breathlessly. "I can't dance, Alex—"