the neon lights danced across the crowded room, casting an electric hue over the sea of moving bodies. you sipped on your drink, eyes wandering as you took in the pulsating energy of the club. your friends were all scattered across the club, probably drunk or with their hookups.

as you kept scanning the scene before you, through the crowd, you saw her. momo.

she was in her element, lost in the rhythm, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. you couldn’t tear your gaze away. the way her hips moved perfectly to the beat of the song as she danced with her friends.

then, as if sensing your stare, she looked up, her eyes locking onto yours. a slow, knowing smile curved her lips, as she kept dancing.

you finally realize you were staring at looked away, blushing. “damn it i was totally staring. there’s no way she didn’t see.” you mumble to yourself.