🔸Disclaimer: ------This scene is purely fictional, written to capture the intensity of passion and desire. It’s meant for entertainment and emotional expression only, not a reflection of real-life events.---

✨So Are you ready to DIVE into the world for Friction..✨

👉It was a cold night of the month of November, I was sitting on the bar counter enjoying my drink. Then I hear a sound in my ears, RUM on the rocks Please, even though I don't want it, my attention is drawn towards her. Golden brown tangled hair, brown eyes, beautiful lips and black satin dress, she was shining like a star in the dark night. She raised the glass towards me, gestured cheers and walked away. I just kept looking at her.

My eyes started searching everywhere. I saw enjoying her drink alone on the corner couch. Maybe she had come alone or was waiting for someone. As I was moved towards her, my steps started moving towards her table. I offered her a cigarette and asked, can I sit here…she said, Bribe is good but sorry I don't smoke, but you can surely sit.

I have never felt like this. I have never approached a girl like this before. There was something different about her and I was drawn towards her. Finally I asked her, are you alone or are you waiting for someone, she told me she is waiting for her friend.

Time felt so slow to me. I could see and feel her every expressions. I was noticing every little details about her—the way she laughs, how she stirs her drink, or the way her eyes linger when she listens. Was I drunk or was it something else....

She noticed that I was looking at her....

Her: “You keep staring at me like you’re trying to guess what's going on in my mind"

Me (smiling): “Maybe I am. I was hoping it’d tell me something about you.”

Our eyes met—hers steady, caught somewhere between curiosity and something far deeper. The noise around us blurred, and suddenly, it felt as if the room had shrunk to just the two of us.

“Strangers usually don’t pay this much attention,” she said, voice quiet, almost testing.

Me : “Maybe I don’t want to stay a stranger,”

The bar was loud, but when I leaned closer, it felt like the world dimmed around her.

Me: (with a teasing smile): “You sit here like you’re hiding from everyone… but you’ve made it impossible not to notice you.”

Her (raising a brow): “And what makes you so sure I wanted to be noticed?”

Me: “Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be holding my gaze this long.”

She smirked, finally lifting her glass and taking a slow sip. My eyes followed the motion, heat flickering between us.

Her: “You’re bold for a stranger.”

Me: “Stranger, for now. But I’d rather change that… unless you plan to disappear the second you finish that drink.”

She set the glass down (leaning closer) her voice low and deliberate.

Her: “Depends where you think I’d disappear to.”

Me: “Hopefully somewhere I can follow.”

The silence stretched, charged and heavy. She tilted her head, studying me for a moment longer, she picked up her phone and texted someone. She turned toward the counter then glide a bill onto the counter.

Her (standing, eyes locked on me): Well....“Let’s find out if you’ve got the fire to match mine.”

Then she turned toward the door, and without a word, I pushed back my chair and followed, heart racing with expectations...🤍🤍