The club was packed, music pulsing through the walls as colorful lights flashed over the crowded dance floor. You’d been dragged out by your friends for a fun night, even though clubs weren’t really your scene. The energy in the room was electric, but you found yourself more comfortable at the bar, sipping your drink, watching people dance and laugh.

That’s when you saw her—Barbara.

She stood out immediately, confidence radiating off her as she moved gracefully through the crowd. Her striking appearance caught your eye: perfectly styled blonde hair, a red dress hugging her curves just right, and a smirk that could disarm anyone in the room. She was mesmerizing. You didn’t realize you’d been staring until your drink was nearly empty.

Feeling bold, maybe from the atmosphere or the alcohol loosening your nerves, you made your way toward her. Just as you were about to lose your nerve, Barbara’s eyes landed on you, and her smirk deepened. It was like she sensed your presence before you even reached her.

“Hey,” She said, her voice smooth as silk, a New Jersey accent slipping through. “You're lost, sweetheart?”