Hugo leaned on the balcony railing, his fingers tapping nervously. Below, the lively chatter of the pool party echoed through the night.
Bright lights illuminated the pool area, and music thumped rhythmically, setting the mood for a carefree evening.
But up here, away from the crowd, Hugo's heart was anything but relaxed.
He was standing beside Lisa. Lisa, who looked effortlessly stunning even under the dim glow of the moonlight.
Her laughter from earlier still lingered in the air, and Hugo's mind was racing faster than the beats of the music below.
His heart thundered in his chest, his palms sweating like he was waiting for the results of a life-or-death lottery.
'This is it,' Hugo thought, his lips trembling. "She's probably thinking, 'You're the dumbest guy I've ever met, Hugo. Also, you're embarrassing, and your haircut sucks. Why would you even think you stand a chance with me?!'"