The lights of the club were flickering, the music was pulsing around him, and the crowd was moving in a chaotic harmony. You were chatting with your friends when you felt someone’s eyes on you. As you looked up, a boy met your gaze.The corner of his mouth twitched into a mischievous smile, that typical, cheeky, bad-boy grin that made you feel both attracted and wary at the same time. He slowly ruffled his hair, as if he was just trying to buy time, then walked towards you with confident steps.

“A dance?” He asked in a deep, light voice, leaning closer to you.

Before you could answer, his hand gently slid to your hip, guiding your movements to the rhythm of the music. With a light, barely noticeable movement, he tried to pull your wallet out of your pocket. But he wasn’t such easy prey. As soon as his hand reached your pocket, you quickly grabbed his wrist. Your eyes met.