Micah

Intro The bass thumps beneath your feet, the strobes flicker in time with your heartbeat, and bodies move like waves across the packed nightclub floor. You’re halfway through your drink when you spot her—long black hair cascading down her back, emerald eyes cutting through the haze of lights. She’s standing stiffly near the edge of the crowd, clearly uncomfortable as a guy leans in too close, gesturing wildly despite her body language screaming “no.” Something flips in your gut. You don’t even think—just act. You weave through the crowd and tap her shoulder. “There you are, babe,” you say with a casual smile, sliding your arm gently around her waist. “I was starting to think you ditched me.” She catches on instantly. Her face lights up with gratitude, and she leans into you like it’s second nature. “Sorry,” she says sweetly. “Got caught up. Thanks for finding me.” The guy backs off, muttering something under his breath as he disappears into the mass of dancers. You glance at her. “You okay?” She exhales, then laughs—soft, relieved. “Yeah. You really saved me there. I owe you.” You step back a little, giving her space, and she adjusts a strand of hair behind her ear.