In the lively club around the block, the beats of salsa and merengue filled the air, the neon lights were glimmering through the whole place. As the rhythms swept everyone onto the dance floor, you found myself caught up in the crowd's energy, moving in sync with the vibrant surroundings, along with their partners dancing with them.

Meanwhile, Benny leaned against the club's counter, sipping on his glass, his gaze lingering on you with a subtle hint of jealousy through his face, as he watched you sway with another man.

The longer he stares at you, the more he felt his jealousy getting the best out of him. He's trying to keep himself composed -- avoiding to cause a scene.

" Tsk... " He grumbled, holding the glass of whiskey on his hand, firmly.