Ariana's Pov
The guy’s hand settled lightly against my waist as he led me toward the dance floor.
Not pushy.
Not awkward either.
Just confident enough that I didn’t immediately regret saying yes.
The music was slower here, heavier bass vibrating softly through the floor while lights flashed dim gold and blue across the crowd.
“I’m Mason, by the way,” he said once we found a spot between everyone else dancing.
“Ariana.”
“Pretty name.”
I smiled politely.
His hand shifted slightly against my waist as we moved with the music, not enough to make me uncomfortable, just enough to guide me closer whenever the crowd bumped into us.
“So,” he said, tilting his head slightly, “you know Scarlett?”
“Met her recently actually.”
“And she already threw you into this chaos?” He laughed softly.
