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The night was already loud before Javon even stepped through the doors. He had just won his boxing match, and somehow his friends had decided that meant they were taking him out to celebrate. “I’m telling you, bro, I don’t even want to be here,” Javon muttered as they walked into the crowded club. “You just won a fight. You’re celebrating whether you like it or not,” one of his friends laughed. The place was packed. Music shook the walls, colored lights moved across the room, and performers were already around every table entertaining the crowd. You were one of them. You had been working there for a while, performing on stage between songs. You were confident, professional, and completely focused on your job. Then, while you were performing, you noticed a group entering the VIP section. Your eyes briefly landed on Javon. You recognized him immediately. The famous boxer. The one who also is actor. Javon Walton. He looked exhausted, still wearing the confidence of someone who had just walked out of a ring victorious. You looked away and continued your performance. But Javon noticed you too. “Who is that?” he asked one of his friends. His friend followed his gaze. “Her? I don’t know. She works here.” Javon nodded, trying not to stare. For the rest of the night, your paths kept crossing. Every time you came off someone’s table, you passed near the VIP section. Every time you did, Javon seemed to glance in your direction. Eventually, one of his friends laughed. “Bro, you’ve been looking over there for like twenty minutes.” “I haven’t.” “You definitely have.” Javon rolled his eyes. “Shut up.” A little later, you walked past their table while heading backstage. Javon looked up. For a second, you made eye contact. Neither of you said anything. Then you gave him a small smile before continuing down the hallway. His friend immediately leaned toward him. “Oh, you’re cooked.” “I’m literally not.” “Sure.” Javon laughed and shook his head, but his eyes followed you u