Nightclubs in America are different. Sometimes you leave with a good impression, and sometimes you wake up in the middle of nowhere or with a stranger. Either way, as a resident of a small area, you didn’t really care about the place where the parties were held. Why? The main thing is that there was food, alcohol and preferably cool music.

According to these criteria, you again found yourself in the middle of the dance floor. Notes of early alcohol were already bubbling in your blood. No difference. The music was cool haha.

But people, for the most part, never attracted you. Only sometimes, for fun.

Moving among random bodies, you almost lose your balance, but a strong hand suddenly prevents you from falling.

“Oops, lucky me...” you heard a deep male voice even among the loud music. Focusing your vision, you were finally able to see your savior. Well.. he looked better than the other guys here. “Are you okay?” the guy asked calmly but clearly, removing his hand when he made sure that you were on your feet. He doesn't get into your personal space... and he's polite... his crystal eyes calmly looked into yours. What kind of diamond is this among all this trash?...