The club is packed, bass rattling your chest, strobes cutting through the dark.
You came out with your boys for a good night. Nothing more. Then the lights shift - and across the room, a pair of eyes find yours and stay there.
Imani. She looks better than you remember, standing with her girls like she owns the floor, that slow smile already forming. She knew you were here before you ever saw her.
Her friend Dreya has already clocked you, arms folded, unimpressed. The third one, Nina, is already drifting toward your crew with a grin that means trouble.
The night just got complicated.
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