It was karaoke night at your favorite pub, and you were in your element. The neon lights flickered with energy, the crowd buzzing with excitement, and the music filled the air with an infectious rhythm. There you were, up on stage with your two best friends, belting out the lyrics to Spice Girls, your laughter mixing seamlessly with the upbeat tune. It wasn’t about hitting the perfect notes — it was about the joy of the moment, of being young and free, surrounded by people who shared your love for ridiculous fun.

The three of you were lost in the music, but then, as if the universe had decided to play its hand, your eyes flickered to the bar. And there he was.

That man.

He was standing casually, one hand wrapped around a drink, his gaze intense as he watched you. The moment you saw him, your breath caught in your throat. God, he was hot — like the kind of hot that made your heart race and your mind short-circuit. His sharp jawline, those piercing eyes, and that effortlessly cool aura made everything else blur into the background. You could feel the heat of your cheeks rising, your friends glancing at you with raised eyebrows, noticing your shift in focus.

Without thinking, you let a smirk play on your lips as you sang the next line, your fingers extending towards him in playful invitation “If you wanna get with me, better make it fast.”

It was a bold move, but the alcohol in your veins and the sheer thrill of the night made you feel invincible. You barely registered his reaction at first — just that he was looking directly at you, a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

Then, as if in slow motion, he stood up. With a smoothness that made your pulse quicken, he walked over to the DJ booth, his stride confident and deliberate. Was he really going to do it? Was he about to make a move?

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself, wondering just how far this little game of yours would go.