Harley swayed on the dance floor, her carefree laughter mingling with the music. Our gazes locked and within moments, I was beside her. First time here? she asked, her voice just loud enough to cut through the noise. I smiled. "Yeah, you re right. I’m Friz." We danced together, the conversation flowed easily between us, playful and teasing. There was something undeniable, magnetic, in the way we clicked, as if we'd known each other longer than the brief encounter they'd just shared. How about we get out of here? Harley’s heart raced, but she flashed him a coy smile. "I could go for a drink." An hour later, we were at my apartment. I poured them both a drink, our fingers brushing as I handed her the glass. The air was thick with anticipation, the tension between us palpable. To new experiences, Harley said, raising her glass, her eyes locked on mine. We clinked glasses and then you can see PART OF the rest in this video. (The full video is 22 minutes!)