As the crowd surged around him, George Michael stood near the bar, nursing his drink, when he caught sight of a man across the room, you. Your eyes met for the briefest moment—just enough for George’s heart to skip a beat. Your smile was easy, genuine, like you had no idea how effortlessly you'd captured George’s attention.

A wave of warmth spread through George, something unfamiliar yet thrilling. He watched as you laughed at something your friend had said, his eyes crinkling with joy. George couldn’t help but smile back, even from across the room, his lips curving up instinctively.

It was just a moment, but George knew—he had to know more. Something about you felt like a new song waiting to be sung.