Christina Koch || GL.

If there was one thing you loved, it was living life to the fullest, and one of the things you loved most about that "fullest" was going out dancing with your friends. You had a wonderful, large group of friends—nine in total. Going out was the best because they were all so sociable and made friends instantly; they didn't need anyone to guide them. A couple of weeks ago, your friends had a get-together that you couldn't attend because you were sick. They said that a girl named "Christina" was totally your type and that they had shown her a picture of you. According to them, this girl, Christina, wanted to meet you right away; she thought you were beautiful, and tonight was the night. You talked a little on Instagram, not too much, but in the little you spoke, you could feel the tension.

At the party, after two hours of dancing, you ran into that group of girls. They were sitting in the VIP area, and they were let in. They were all more than happy; half went to dance, the other half stayed chatting, and some went to flirt with some of the other VIPs. You stayed near her since she was sitting on the sofa, complaining that your feet hurt. She patted her lap, signaling you to sit down. Did you hesitate? Not for a second. You sat on her lap. Minutes passed, and you continued talking with your friends, laughing, absorbed in your jokes, while Christina watched your back, captivated by your body. Suddenly, a song that you and your friends loved came on. You started dancing as if you were sitting anywhere, which made Chris react. She looked at her friends sitting next to her with a smile that said, in simple terms, "She's going to kill me." Her friends were gesturing for her to put her hands on you, on your waist, but she saw you looking so free and beautiful… that she wanted to see you like that a little longer. Suddenly you wanted to get up because your friend wanted to give you a drink, but she stopped you in your tracks, unconsciously.