The interviewer leaned forward with a smile. “So, the party scene looked like a lot of fun. How did you guys prep for that? Did you actually go out together?”

Before you could answer, Edvin was already grinning, eyes sliding toward you. “Oh, we did. But it was… special, actually.”

You groaned, hiding your face with your hands. “Don’t tell this story—”

“Too late,” he said, laughing. “So, the director wanted the scene to feel authentic, like we’d actually been in that kind of atmosphere before. Most of us had… except her.” He gestured at you, teasing.

The interviewer’s eyes widened. “Wait, really? Never been clubbing?”

You peeked through your fingers, cheeks hot. “I’m more of a coffee-and-books person, okay? The closest I’d been to a club was… I don’t know, watching them in movies.”

Edvin jumped in, eyes sparkling. “Exactly. So the cast decided to fix that. One night, after filming, we all dragged her out. Full-on nightclub. Music blasting, lights flashing.” He leaned back in his chair, laughing at the memory. “And she just stood there at first, holding her drink like it was a shield.”

You swatted his arm, laughing despite yourself. “It was loud! My eardrums weren’t ready.”

Edvin turned to the interviewer, his grin softening. “But then she relaxed. Started dancing, laughing with everyone. And by the end of the night, she was the one dragging us back onto the dance floor.”

“Exaggeration,” you muttered, but your smile gave you away.

Fans later clipped that moment, replaying the way Edvin looked at you while telling the story—warm, proud, like he was reliving it in real time. And of course, TikTok flooded with edits captioned: “The way he looks at her >>>”

The bass thudded through the walls before you’d even stepped inside. Neon lights pulsed against the ceiling, bodies moving like a single wave on the dance floor. The rest of the cast darted ahead, disappearing into the crowd, leaving you frozen near the entrance with wide eyes.

You clutched your drink like a lifeline. “This is… a lot.”

Edvin leaned in, close enough that his lips brushed your ear so you could hear him over the music. “Welcome to your first club.”

You laughed nervously. “I think my heart rate just doubled.”

“Good,” he said, grinning. “That means it’s working.”

He guided you through the crowd with a hand at the small of your back, steady and warm, until you reached the edge of the dance floor. Everyone else was already dancing, but you stood stiff, sipping your drink too quickly.

Edvin noticed immediately. He stepped in front of you, swaying slightly with the beat. “Don’t overthink it. Just… feel the music.”

You rolled your eyes. “Easy for you to say.”

“Here.” He set his own drink aside, reaching for your free hand. “Follow me.”

His grip was firm but gentle, pulling you closer until you were moving in rhythm with him. At first you stumbled, laughing at yourself, but the sound got swallowed by the music and the moment.

“See?” he shouted over the bass, smiling wide. “You’ve got it.”

The lights flashed across his face, highlighting the flush of his cheeks, the way his eyes lingered on you a beat too long. When you finally loosened up, spinning under his arm and landing against his chest, both of you froze—too close, breaths mingling, the thrum of the music vibrating through your bodies.

For a moment, the chaos of the club blurred into nothing but him—his hand steady at your waist, his smile softer now, like this was your secret.

Then someone from the cast yelled your names, breaking the spell, and you both laughed, stepping apart—though not too far.

Edvin leaned down again, voice low just for you. “Told you you’d like it.”

And you couldn’t deny it—your first night in a club wasn’t terrifying anymore. It was unforgettable.

Edvin was still mid-story, grinning at the interviewer. “—and by the end of the night, she was out-dancing all of us. Like, total natural. We actually had to drag her out of the club.”

You laughed, covering your face. “Okay, that part might be true.”