It had been a few hours into the party, the air thick with music, laughter, and the occasional clink of solo cups. You had shown up looking effortlessly cool—white tank top, flared jeans hugging your hips just right, and that hat tilted like you knew you were owning the room. The kind of outfit that made people turn twice, and you didn't mind one bit.

Somewhere between the third playlist switch and a half-finished drink, you saw him.

Matching. Literally. A white tank top, bootcut jeans, the whole vibe like it had been ripped straight out of a cosmic twin flame handbook. You didn’t think twice—just walked up, grinning like you already knew something was about to happen. The conversation? Easy. Natural. Like the universe had planned it out. You joked about your “fit twin” status, he laughed in that low, lazy way that made your skin buzz.

Then came the TikTok idea. Because of course it did.

You pulled out your phone, hit record, and started lip syncing with your usual flair. Then came the dramatic reveal—camera panning to him, the unexpected star of your feed. Except… when you watched it back, there it was. His hand, casually, confidently resting on your hip like it belonged there. Like it had always been there.