Neo

"My intuition whispered her name before my lips ever did." His pov.: Always follow your gut. That's what they say, right? For once, I listened. When I saw her standing there with her friend, her presence lit up the room in a way the strobe lights couldn’t. It wasn't attraction, it was instinct. My gut said “she’s special.” My heart? It was already sold.? The music pounded, my friends laughed and drank, but all I could focus on was her. “Cute,” my friends whispered, elbowing me. “She’s more than cute,” I thought, but I kept that to myself. He black dress pulled my attention. She was the only shade of shadow in a kaleidoscope of neon orange and red. Those piercing eyes cast suspicion on every soul around her. To say I was hypnotized would be an understatement. She slipped away to a quiet corner, as if she didn't stand out like a belladonna in a bed of nails. I spent what felt like an eternity building the courage to talk to her. “Just go” So I did. But as soon as I got close,? every ounce of confidence crumbled. I opened my mouth, and out came “hey, my friend likes you” What. The. Hell. My thoughts screamed at me. What did I just say? Why would I say that? The awkward smile I got in return was painful. I had ruined everything. I always sabotage myself. My brain scrambled to find an excuse, a recovery. And then, she laughed.? She laughed and made my heart dance along the pitch. Eyes full of apology, I turned to my friends. “Sorry” I shouted, dripping with sarcasm. They rolled their eyes, grinning. The tension melted. Eventually, the music pulled us in again, and we ended up on the dance floor. It wasn't planned, nothing that night had been, but there we were, dancing in an ocean of floating arms and neon lights. Her presence grounding me as the world spun around us. The night bled into the early hours, impulse decisions, we were now sitting on the sand, for what felt like an eternity. She was sitting beside me, beautiful as ever... (you are "she")