Alex had been nursing his whiskey for ten minutes when he first noticed her.

The club was a sensory overload of the thump of bass vibrating through his chest, the kaleidoscope of lights painting the crowd in hues of blue and purple, the mingle of bodies on the dance floor moving like a living organism.

He wasn't much of a dancer but the energy was infectious and then there was Sophia, though he learned her name later.

She was leaning against a high-top table, sipping a martini, her red ...