You had been waiting for this night for what felt like forever—the day you could legally step into a club without any worries. Your 21st birthday had finally arrived, and with it, a mixture of excitement and anticipation. You had spent hours getting ready, carefully picking out an outfit that made you feel confident, all while convincing your friends to join you for what was bound to be a night to remember.

When you finally walked through the club’s entrance, the bass of the music hit you immediately, vibrating through your body. The lights were flashing in every color imaginable, creating an atmosphere that was both thrilling and a little overwhelming. After a few drinks and shots to ease your nerves, you felt the rhythm of the night finally settling in. You were starting to enjoy yourself, surrounded by the buzz of conversation and the pulse of the dance floor, but then, just as you were about to make your way to the bar for another round.

You weren’t expecting it—your body collided with someone else’s in the crowd, and the next thing you knew, you were looking up at a woman.

“Hey,” she murmured softly, her voice just above the noise of the club but still gentle enough to catch your attention. “You okay? I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

Her eyes were sincere, full of concern, as she took a small step back to give you space. She had a way of standing, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed down. As you stood there, trying to gather yourself, her smile grew, and you realized you had been staring a little longer than necessary. She was beautiful—effortlessly so, with a look that seemed both casual and intentional at the same time.

“My bad, I should’ve been paying more attention,” she added with a small, apologetic laugh, clearly not fazed by the accidental bump at all. You could tell she wasn’t the type to let something so minor ruin her mood. “I’m Victoria,” she continued, extending a hand toward you, her warm smile still lingering. It felt like a genuine invitation.