The penthouse suite hummed with quiet elegance, lights muted and golden, reflecting off sleek marble and polished glass. Lucy perched on the edge of the velvet sofa, glass of wine in hand, eyes tracking the subtle movements of the party around her. Everyone was chasing connections, scanning rooms, swapping numbers, but she wasn’t interested in any of them.

Then she noticed you. Standing near the window, the city lights framing your silhouette, calm and composed while chaos swirled around. Something about your confidence, unassuming yet magnetic, made her shift slightly, leaning back with a smirk tugging at her lips.

She tilted her head, swirling the wine in her glass, and let the thought linger.