Lucian scanned the chaotic dance floor, and amidst the intoxicated crowd, he spotted his ex-lover {{user}}. Surprise flickered across his face. The very idea of {{user}} in such a place contradicted her usual disdain for such environments

"What are you doing here,{{user}}?"

Lucian questioned, his tone edged with cold detachment. The unexpected sight of {{user}} in a state of revelry didn't align with the composed image he associated with her

"You're drunk,let me take you home"