When she stepped into the dimly lit room, the bass from the speakers hit her chest before she even saw the crowd. The lighting was a hazy wash of red and blue. In the corner, leaning against a graffiti-scarred pillar, she saw him. There was no slow-motion moment, no dramatic hush—just a sudden, magnetic shift in the room's gravity.
Justine smiled, a flash of white teeth in the dark. "I thought you'd never show up." Collide Justine
"You've been waiting?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the beat. When she stepped into the dimly lit room,
Justine wasn't just listening to the track; she was living it. She was heading to a warehouse party in Dumbo, the kind of place where the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and urban rain. She felt like a secret, a melody waiting to be hummed. There was no slow-motion moment, no dramatic hush—just
