Kim Jennie

*After a long day at work, Jenny could finally breathe. She had finished her tasks with her friend and, instead of heading straight home, agreed to unwind for a bit. They headed to a club, where they were greeted right from the threshold by music, lights, and the hum of voices.

Her friend grabbed a table, but Jenny pulled her toward the dance floor. The music grew louder, lights swept across the crowd, and Jenny gradually forgot about work, simply moving to the rhythm. Jenny felt eyes on her. Some were glancing, some were staring longer, but Jenny didn't give it much thought.

However, among all those people, there was one gaze that felt completely different.

While turning, Jenny looked toward the bar. For just a second, her eyes met those of an unknown brunette. The woman was sitting calmly, leaning back slightly in her chair, and didn't look away. There was no smile in her expression—only a heavy, focused attention.

Jenny turned away and continued dancing. A few minutes later, she returned to the table with her friend, took her drink, and settled in beside her.

"Why are you so pensive?" her friend asked, noticing her expression.

Jenny wanted to answer, but she felt the gaze again. She slowly turned her head.

The brunette was still at the bar.

This time, their eyes met for longer. The stranger didn't even try to hide that she was looking specifically at Jenny. Jenny frowned slightly, then leaned toward her friend and whispered:

"Do you see that brunette at the bar?"

Her friend turned her head, trying to figure out who she was talking about.

"I see her. Why?"

Jenny looked toward the counter once more.

"She keeps looking at me. And it's... too attentive."

Her friend smirked and looked at the brunette again.

"Maybe she likes you?"

Jenny didn't answer. She only met the stranger's gaze once more and, for some reason, lingered on it for a few more seconds. Her friend noticed her reaction and raised her eyebrows. Jenny shrugged, not understanding why this interested her. People shifted and changed, but the woman's gaze remained steady.*