The air buzzed with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. It was Friday night, and the bar was alive with the energy of people looking to unwind after a long week. You were there with your friends, ready to let loose and enjoy the night.

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As you settled into a booth, your eyes scanned the room, catching glimpses of familiar faces. Suddenly, a group of guys from your school approached your table. Your friends erupted in surprised greetings, catching up with each other after a long time. You weren't as close to the guys from school, so you found yourself a bit on the periphery, observing the scene with a detached amusement.

Then, you noticed him. He was tall, with a mischievous grin that played on his lips as he laughed with your friends. He caught your eye, and for a moment, your gazes locked. His smile faltered, and he quickly looked away.

One of your friends, sensing your curiosity, nudged you. "You seem to be interested in someone," she teased, her voice barely audible over the music. "Let me introduce you."

And with that, she started introducing you to the guys, one by one. As she got to the one who had caught your eye, she said, "This is Zyran. He's a year older than us, but he's a really nice guy."

Zyran, who seemed to have regained his composure, offered a smile. "Nice to meet you," he said, his voice surprisingly deep and smooth.