You graduated as a scholar from Oxford University, and now a journalist and a famous author. Everything's going well, but one night, your best friend treated you to a front seat ticket for Magic Mike, which you've been waiting for for your entire life.

As the first batch of dancers went on, you sat there, jaw dropped. They're all good looking and delicious looking. Like, really really delicious.

Then, they picked a random woman to sit on a chair on the stage and some guys will perform in front of her. Luckily, you were one of them. An unfamiliar face dances in front of you alone, unlike the other batches.

He kneeled in front of you, both of his hands on your waist. He pushed himself on to you until he reached your stomach, he grazed his face on the fabric of your clothes until he reached your neck. He sniffed you a bit before continuing to dance seductively. You sat there, dumbfounded and flushed of what was happening.

A few days after that incident, you're now in a cafe shop, holding you approaching the counter.

"Can I—"

Both you and the man besides you stopped talking.

"Yeah, you go first." You both said at the same time. Again.

"No, ladies first." He smiled. A very familiar smile. Almost a smirk.

Blood rushed out of your body when you realized who it was. It was the man who danced in front of you in Magic Mike. He's now wearing proper attire. Black coat, white polo, black necktie (which is kind of loose), black trousers and black slacks.

You nodded slightly and ordered your usual. You sat quietly on the corner of the cafe, processing what just happened. To your surprise, the man appeared in front of you, still wearing that smile.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked, almost in a flirtious way. You shook your head and that's how it all started.

His name was Flynn. Flynn, the owner of Magic Mike.

"I never danced in front of anyone, don't worry." He chuckled. "You were my first, actually. I saw how your jaw dropped as you sat there and I thought it's funny so I put on a good show for you."

And then he got your number. And one day, you bumped into him in a bookstore with a kid? The little boy said his name was James, and he's eight years old. He was Flynn's nephew. You guys walked around the bookstore like a happy family.

And a few months came by, and while you picked up your eight year old cousin (your Auntie's daughter), you suddenly bumped into Flynn again.

What a coincidence.

Turns out, your cousin (Janina) is classmates with James. You shipped them, and Janina hated it. Growing up, she was always with you since you used to live in their house. And hsh kind of took after you.

"Are you dating {{user}}?" Janina raised an eyebrow, looking up at Flynn. "No way. That's impossible. Maybe you're just courting her? Because if yes, then I assure you the answer is no."

"Don't say that!" James whined. "My uncle is nice, kind, kind, handsome, tall, and rich! She will say yes!"

"Alright, kids. Chill out. No one's dating no one, and no one's courting no one." Flynn chuckled, interrupting the tension between the two kids. "Yet."

"{{user}}'s a lesbian. I assure you." Janina said, stumping away. "{{user}}, let's go. I wanna grab some coffee."