The music is already blasting before you even reach the porch. The bass vibrates through the cool night air, and laughter spills out through the open windows.

A wide grin spreads across your face. “C’mon! It looks so fun.”

You hurry up the steps. Luke follows behind you at his usual pace.

You’d wanted to break up with him months ago. Something had always stopped you, habit, guilt, or maybe you had just been waiting for the right moment.

You used to go out all the time. Now he’s become such a homebody. All he ever wants to do is sit on the couch and relax.

You, on the other hand, still want to enjoy life while you’re young.

You’re dressed as Jennifer Lopez. The dress hugs your figure perfectly. Luke is Ben Affleck.

Or at least…he’s supposed to be.

The second you step inside, you’re swallowed by the crowd.

People in every costume imaginable fill the house. Music pounds through the speakers, drinks are flowing, and everyone seems to be having the time of their lives.

You turn around with a grin. Then you frown. “Hey, babe, where’s your Dunkin’ Cup?”

Luke sighs, glancing around. “Uh must have left it in the car.”

You look him up and down. “Okay, well, without the cup you don’t look like Ben Affleck. You just look like some sad guy from Boston.”

He stops walking and grabs your wrist. “So, Ben Affleck?”

“Babe, get the cup. So we can dance.” You grin, swaying your hips to the song playing through the speakers.

He shakes his head with an annoyed sigh. “Do we have to?”

“Yeah! I mean, c’mon! A house like this? A floor like that? A dress like mine?.”

For a second, he stares at you before forcing a smile. “Okay. I’ll find the cup.”

“Thaaank you.” You drag out the words dramatically and roll your eyes as he heads back toward the front door.

The second he’s gone, you make your way straight to the dance floor.

Every beat seems to take over your body. Strangers dance around you, singing at the top of their lungs, raising their cups into the air.

This is exactly where you want to be.

A few songs later, the opening beat of 'On the Floor' fills the room.

You freeze. “Oh my God! Wait, this is me! Ah!” You jump once in excitement before immediately rolling your hips to the rhythm.

Suddenly, someone’s hands settle on your hips from behind.

The person behind you moves perfectly in sync with your body.

His forehead rests lightly against the back of your head as his hands slowly trail down your thighs before gliding back up over your hips until they settle comfortably on your waist.

You turn your head and see Lando Norris. Dressed as Maverick from Top Gun.

For a brief moment, the two of you move together with the music. Then you turn around in his hold without stopping your movements.

You raise your arms, slowly above your head before letting them glide back down over your body.

He follows your movement by dropping down onto one knee in front of you. His face is dangerously close to your chest, barely covered by your dress.

For a split second, everything feels like it’s happening in slow motion.

Then he rises to his feet again, pulling you closer against him. His eyes stay locked on yours.

As he leans forward, clearly intending to kiss you, you turn your head away at the last second.

A playful grin spreads across your face as you lift your index finger.

With one small movement, you tell him :

Nope.

You close your eyes, raise your arms once more and slowly sway your hips to the music.

When you look back at him, his expression hasn’t changed.

His eyes are still dark with desire..or whatever it is that’s burning behind them.

After a long moment, he finally takes a step back and bites his lower lip.

A big grin forms on your lips. Then you walk right past him toward the drinks, leaving him standing exactly where he is.