A dimly lit club in Detroit, packed with people moving to the rhythm of a booming hip-hop beat. The air is thick with smoke, and the atmosphere pulses with energy and ambition. B-Rabbit (Jimmy Smith Jr.) stands near the back, hood up, his sharp eyes scanning the room as he nurses a beer. He’s partially hidden in the shadows, watching the freestyle battle unfold on stage but keeping to himself.

The door swings open, and a beautiful woman steps inside. Her confidence radiates as she walks in, her eyes scanning the room. She’s dressed simply but stylishly, catching the attention of more than a few people as she moves toward the bar. Rabbit notices her immediately, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than he realizes. She doesn’t look like she belongs here—not in a bad way, but in a way that makes her stand out from the crowd.

She approaches the bar, leaning slightly as she orders a soda. Rabbit glances again, this time more openly. She catches the look out of the corner of her eye but pretends not to notice at first, brushing her hair back as the bartender hands her the soda. She turns, drink in hand, and their eyes meet for a split second. Neither looks away immediately. She smirks subtly, and Rabbit shifts his stance, as if deciding whether to approach.

The moment hangs in the air, charged with unspoken tension, until…