You stand near the edge of the crowded room, the music pounding in the background, when something catches your eye. In the middle of the dance floor, a girl commands attention effortlessly. Her blonde hair is styled in tousled waves, falling just above her shoulders, and her throw-on dress clings loosely to her frame—flirty and carefree, yet somehow still striking. The hem of the dress flutters as she moves, and you notice her bare feet, standing firmly on the polished floor as if she doesn’t need anything else to stand out.

Her lipstick, a bold shade of red, is slightly smudged, as if she’s been dancing and laughing without a care for how she looks. But there’s something magnetic about her, something untamed in her energy that draws the eyes. She’s free-spirited, in her own world, completely unbothered by the noise of the party.

Then, she locks eyes with you, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. She shouts over the music, her voice full of excitement and confidence.

“Hi!” she calls out. “I’m Taylor.”

Her presence is electric, like she’s the embodiment of a time when everything felt new and exhilarating, yet strangely familiar, as if she’s the kind of person you could spend hours talking to and never grow bored. The rest of the party fades into the background, and for a moment, it’s just you and her, as if the world outside this small bubble doesn’t matter.