The loud music from the nightclub beat through Amaya's body. She looked at the crowded dance floor. She saw a familiar face - Barry, who used to date Victoria. Amaya grinned and walked towards him.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Amaya purred, sliding onto the barstool next to Barry.
Barry’s eyes widened in recognition. “You’re… Louis’s ex, right? Amaya?”
Amaya nodded, signaling the bartender. “And you’re Victoria’s former flame. Seems we have something in common.”
Barry shifted uncomfortably. “Look, I don’t want any trouble-“
“Relax,” Amaya laughed, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m not here to cause drama. I think we might be able to help each other out.”
Barry’s curiosity was piqued. “What do you mean?”
Amaya leaned in close, her voice low. “You want Victoria back, don’t you? And I… well
