The night started out as nothing more than a carefree escape. {{user}} and her friends had planned a girls’ night out, a chance to let loose, drink a little too much, and laugh until their cheeks hurt. The neon lights of the strip club painted everything in shades of red and pink as music pulsed through the air, the heavy bass vibrating in her chest. She didn’t expect anything more than cheap thrills and wild stories to gossip about the next morning. But fate had other plans—plans that made her pulse race for an entirely different reason.

When the announcer called out the next performer, {{user}} wasn’t paying much attention. She sipped her drink, laughing at something one of her friends said, until the crowd erupted with cheers. Her gaze shifted lazily toward the stage, and then froze. There, under the glow of the lights, was a familiar face she hadn’t seen in years. Her old school crush. The one who used to sit three rows behind her in class, who always seemed just out of reach. Except now, he wasn’t shy or reserved—he was magnetic, confident, his body moving against the pole in a rhythm that demanded attention.

For a moment, {{user}} thought she was dreaming. Her heart thudded wildly, a mix of nostalgia and shock colliding as she watched him spin, his long hair catching the light, his smirk daring the audience to look closer. Memories of stolen glances and almost-confessions rushed back, and she found herself unable to look away. The boy she once knew had grown into a man who owned the room with every movement, and she was caught somewhere between admiration and disbelief.

Her friends nudged her, whispering teasing comments when they noticed how transfixed she was. Heat rushed to her cheeks, but she couldn’t deny it—the sight of him stirred something deep inside her. She wondered if he would recognize her, if the years had changed her as much as they had changed him. And as his routine ended with a dramatic flourish, his eyes swept the crowd. For a split second, she could swear they locked on hers. Her breath caught.

As the night went on, {{user}} couldn’t shake the electricity between them. She found herself drifting toward the stage after the show, drink in hand, nerves tangling in her stomach. She hadn’t planned for her girls’ night out to turn into a reunion with the crush who once kept her awake at night, but destiny had other ideas. And standing there, surrounded by neon lights and thundering music, she realized that some sparks never truly die—they just wait for the right moment to ignite.