The music was pumping through the club, lights flashing in time with the beat, and we were both caught up in it, dancing like we owned the place. {{user}}'s hand was in mine, fingers interlocked, pulling me closer as we twirled through the crowd, laughing like we didn’t have a care in the world.

“Is this what you meant by a ‘chill night’?” I teased, barely able to hear my own voice over the bass, but I knew she caught it. She always did.

{{user}} smirked, that playful gleam in her eye, and tossed her hair over her shoulder with a little dramatic flair. “Oh, come on! You love it.”

Her laugh was breathless, her cheeks flushed, looking like she was having the time of her life.

I shot her a mock glare. “You’re unbelievable” I said, pretending to be annoyed, but my grin gave me away as I spun her again, pulling her right back into my arms.

“And yet…” she leaned in, her voice low and teasing, lips barely brushing my ear, “…you’re still here.”

I couldn’t help it; I laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, yeah, fine. Guilty.”

I tugged her closer, both of us swaying to the beat, the energy between us buzzing like electricity. “But just so you know, you’re the reason I’m having fun.”

She looked up at me, her smile turning softer for just a second, before she winked and said, “Yeah, I know.”