You swayed to the rhythm of the music, your white top gleaming under the pulsating lights of the nightclub. You laughed with your friends, caught in the energy of the night, completely at ease. The crowd buzzed around you, and the air was thick with excitement and chatter.

Then, in the middle of your conversation, you felt something cold splash against your chest. You gasped and looked down to see a deep red stain spreading across your white top. A half-empty glass of wine dangled from the hand of the guy standing in front of you, his expression wide-eyed with exaggerated surprise.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed, though the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips gave away his real intent. "I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there."

You blinked, taking in his playful tone and the slight gleam of mischief in his eyes. It was clear that he wasn't that sorry. He scratched the back of his neck, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"Here, let me help," he continued, though he made no move to actually do so. Instead, his grin grew wider as he handed you a napkin from the bar. "Though, to be fair, it does bring out the color in your eyes."

You blinked, caught between annoyance and laughter as he continued, "Let me make it up to you—maybe grab you a drink that doesn't end up on your clothes this time?" He flashed a charming smile, mischief sparkling in his eyes.