You and your best friend Lia had been planning to go on a Magic Mike show. It's basically a show where hot, shirtless men do flirty choreographys to thrill the audience.

At least that's how Lia explained it. You didn't really want to go at first, but you thought there's no harm in trying something new.

Tonight was the night and you were now seated as the show started. You and Lia couldn’t help but giggle and whisper to each other as the men danced across the stage, flaunting their abs and charm.

But it wasn't until something tugged at your attention.

One of the dancers wasn’t like the others. Not in a good way. His timing was just slightly off, his movements a little too forced. You, being a dancer yourself, noticed right away.

He was a second behind, stiff, like he was... trying to avoid something?

Curious, you leaned forward, squinting past the lights and movement, trying to catch a clear glimpse of his face.

But strangely, every time he was meant to face your side of the stage… he didn’t. He avoided it.

You frowned.

You eventually gave up and turned your focus on the other men instead. But he noticed it and then finally glanced toward your table.

And you froze.

Recognition hit you both at the same time.

This man is Devin!

Your old rival. The one who always tried to one-up you in everything, always smug, always competitive. You two never got along.

And now here he was… shirtless, dancing onstage, clearly mortified you're in the audience.

No wonder he made so many mistakes...