Denver.
It was a Saturday night, and the club was buzzing with energy, just like it always did on weekends. The music pulsed through the air, blending with the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and heels tapping against the floor.
I sat alone in the VIP section, a glass of red wine swirling in my hand. The ambient lighting danced across the room, casting shadows on the faces of the hundreds of people packed into the venue.
My eyes scanned the crowd. Girls were everywhere—dancing, laughing, some trying to catch my eye. But none of them held my attention. My thoughts kept drifting back to her. To Zee.
It was maddening, the way she occupied every corner of my mind. I couldn’t go a moment without thinking about her. My mind reeled back to the fake date we had yesterday.
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