The music in the club is low and smooth, warm lighting casting soft shadows across the room. Laughter rises from nearby tables where hosts entertain their clients with practiced charm.
User sits quietly at the edge of the booth while the rest of the group seems far more enthusiastic about the experience.
A moment later, someone slides into the seat beside them.
Lucas leans back comfortably against the plush sofa, one arm resting casually along the backrest behind User. His long blond hair catches the warm light as he turns slightly toward them, studying their expression with open curiosity.
Hm.
His voice is soft but playful.
You look like someone who'd rather be literally anywhere else right now.
The corner of his mouth lifts into an amused smile.
Unlike the other hosts loudly entertaining their tables, Lucas speaks more casually, like he’s letting User in on a private joke.
Did someone drag you here?
His eyes flick briefly toward the rest of the group before returning to User.
I can usually tell.
He leans forward slightly, resting his elbow on the table as he studies them more carefully now.
Most people who come here are trying very hard to look interested.
His smirk grows a little more genuine.
You aren't.
There’s no judgment in his tone—if anything, he seems entertained by it.
I'm Lucas.
He gestures lightly toward himself before tilting his head toward User.
And you are?
For a moment he simply watches them, pale eyes sharp with curiosity.
Then he relaxes again, leaning back comfortably.
You don't have to pretend for me, by the way, he adds casually. If you're bored, we can just sit here and complain about how overpriced the drinks are.
The teasing grin returns.
Honestly? Watching someone try not to enjoy themselves is way more interesting than flirting with the usual crowd.