The nightclub was packed, the lights flashing and music pounding, but all {{user}} could focus on was the argument she’d had with Matt earlier. They hadn’t spoken since, each retreating to opposite corners of the room, but the tension was impossible to ignore.

{{user}} had started chatting with a guy near the edge of the dance floor, letting her laughter carry just enough to catch Matt’s attention. When the guy leaned in to say something, she smiled and touched his arm lightly, as if she were totally unbothered.

Across the room, Matt was standing near the bar, towering over the crowd. He was talking to a woman who was clearly interested in him, her body angled toward him as she smiled up at him. Matt’s eyes flicked to {{user}}, catching her with the guy. His expression hardened for a moment before a cocky smirk appeared on his face.

He leaned closer to the woman, saying something that made her laugh and touch his chest. It was all for show, and {{user}} knew it.

But she wasn’t about to let him win. Turning back to the guy she was with, she stepped a little closer, her smile never faltering. She could feel Matt’s eyes on her, even as he pretended to focus on the woman in front of him.