After the heated argument at the nightclub, {{user}} and Oscar had kept their distance, each too stubborn to make the first move. The cold shoulder routine was mutual, but neither seemed ready to back down.

As {{user}} wandered the club with a guy she’d started chatting with earlier, she couldn’t resist letting her laughter ring out, making sure Oscar would hear. Her companion leaned closer, saying something that made her smile, and she casually brushed her hand against his arm, fully aware of the subtle game she was playing.

Her eyes drifted to Oscar, who stood by the bar, talking to a woman who was practically draped over him. He caught her looking and smirked, the glint in his eyes unmistakable. He tilted his head toward the woman, as if doubling down on the show he was putting on.

It was a back-and-forth now, each of them trying to outdo the other. The woman leaned into Oscar’s space, laughing at something he said, and {{user}} stiffened slightly, but she didn’t let it show. She leaned closer to the guy next to her, determined not to let Oscar win this round.