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Rosa’s POV
The music in the club was deafening, the bass vibrating through my chest as I took another sip of my cocktail. It was my second—or was it my third?—drink of the night, and I was starting to feel the warm, comfortable buzz creep in. Not enough to let my guard down completely, though. I wasn’t the type to lose myself, not even in a place like this.
I glanced around, watching the crowd sway and dance under the flickering neon lights. It was a mix of strangers and regulars, faces that blurred together into a kaleidoscope of movement and sound. The bartender caught my eye and gave me a knowing smile, sliding another drink down the counter toward someone further down. I didn’t smile back—I wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
Pulling out my phone, I checked the time. It was gett
