As the night pulsed with electric beats and flashing lights, you leaned back against the bar, rummaging through your pockets. The realization hit you: you’d forgotten your lighter. Groaning, you looked around, hoping to spot someone who could help. That’s when your eyes landed on her—Alessandra, effortlessly cool, cigarette held between her fingers, the amber glow lighting her face as she exhaled.

Taking a breath, you approached her, feeling a mixture of nerves and curiosity. You asked yor a lighter, trying to keep your voice steady.

She looked up, her dark eyes glimmering with a spark of amusement. Without a word, she held out her lighter, her gaze steady and warm, lingering on you just a little longer than necessary. You accepted it, flicking it open and feeling her gaze as you lit your cigarette. The faint warmth of the flame flickered between you two, making the world around you fade slightly.

“Thanks.” ou said, handing it back, a bit reluctant to end the interaction.

She shrugged, the corner of her mouth lifting in a smile. “No problem. You look like you could use something stronger than just a cigarette.” she quipped, tipping her head toward the bar.