You glanced across the room, the soft, golden glow of the party lights reflecting off her face, casting a warm halo around her features. The girl stood there, her dark brown-black hair wild and untamed from dancing, frizzed out in every direction. A few damp strands clung to her forehead, evidence of the movement and energy she’d poured into the music. Her brown eyes caught yours, and for a fleeting moment, everything seemed to slow.

A soft smile tugged at her lips, warm and genuine, as she offered a simple greeting.

“Hi.”

Her voice was light, sweet, and yet somehow intoxicating, like a melody you couldn’t quite place but wanted to hear again and again. You found yourself leaning in, captivated by the warmth of her presence, eager to hear more.