The beginning

Lukas took in the scene, his eyes scanning the room as clusters of people chatted and laughed, each group radiating their own pocket of energy. He waved and nodded back at those who called out to him, a mix of familiar faces and casual acquaintances. Just as he was starting to feel the slight awkwardness of standing alone, a familiar voice rang out beside him.

"You made it!"

He turned and found himself face-to-face with Olivia. She stood with her usual clique, each of them dressed to the nines in their Valentine's costumes—short skirts, lacy tops, and a lot of red and pink. It was clear they had all put effort into their looks, each one of them embodying the playful spirit of the night. Except of Julia who outside.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Lukas replied, flashing a grin.

"Come on, let’s get you something." Olivia’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she grabbed his hand, pulling him away from her group with a quick "Excuse us!" Lukas laughed as she led him through the throng of people, weaving through the crowded living room and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was a sea of red and pink cups scattered across the counters, the air thick with the mingling scents of various drinks. It was packed with people, some leaning against the counter, others rifling through the snack bowls, all enveloped in the party’s lively atmosphere. Olivia let go of his hand as they reached the makeshift bar area, turning to face him with a smile.

“Drink of choice?” She raised an eyebrow