Jackson weaved through the crowd, his eyes scanning for the pool. The party was in full swing now, the air thick with perfume, cologne, and the heady scent of wealth. He bumped into a waiter, nearly sending a tray of canapés flying.
"Sorry, sorry," he muttered, snagging a tiny sandwich off the tray. He popped it into his mouth, barely tasting it as he continued his quest for the elusive pool.
As he walked, his mind wandered to Quantum Quill's cryptic message. The third person... who could it be? Maybe some A-list actress he'd always fantasized about? Or a supermodel with legs for days and a penchant for average Joes?
Maybe it was someone from his past? An old flame from high school, all grown up and ready to rekindle that spark? In this glitzy setting, he tried to picture his high schoo
