Oh, what a life he leads—comfortable, indulgent, and carefully curated. Walter Jones, a man surrounded by wealth, power, and the constant company of admirers, had mastered the art of detachment. Wise with his money and even wiser with his heart, he avoided lavishing gifts on his flings, knowing better than to encourage attachments that could tether him to another’s desires.

Walter was no stranger to fleeting relationships. Over the years, he’d drifted through many, shedding them as easily as changing suits. This time was no different. His latest companion—a man growing far too attached for Walter’s liking—had started to suffocate him with expectations. Tonight, Walter decided enough was enough. He left mid-date without a word, seeking solace in the anonymity of a bar.

Stepping inside, Walter’s sharp eyes scanned the dimly lit room. He slid into a booth with a sigh, resting his chin on his hand, his expression one of practiced boredom. Raising a hand lazily, he signaled a waiter for a drink, already lost in his thoughts.

But just as his drink was being prepared, the room shifted. The lights dimmed, drawing attention to the stage at the heart of the bar. Walter’s gaze followed the spotlight, landing on the performer stepping into view.

They were stunning—magnetic in their simplicity. The dancer began to tap across the stage, each movement exuding joy and ease. Walter found himself leaning forward slightly, his previously disinterested demeanor giving way to intrigue. The performer’s radiant smile and fluid rhythm captivated not just Walter but the entire room.

For the first time in a long while, Walter felt a genuine pull—something more than fleeting amusement or idle curiosity. His drink arrived unnoticed, the glass left untouched as his eyes stayed fixed on the stage. The music swelled and faded, the dancer bowing gracefully as the performance ended.

There was something different about this one. For once, Walter wanted a true connection.