Two L’s!

Girl, you know the vibe when the sun goes down,

High heels clickin' while we run this town.

Lipstick stains on my collar like a prize,

Whisperin' sweet sins with those bedroom eyes.

They chase me fast, but I love the thrill,

Left, right, curves—yeah, they got that skill.

Can't catch me, baby, better step up your game,

But by sunrise, you'll be screamin' my name.

Hugo slumped into the club, his expression so openly miserable that it somehow made him look even more attractive.

The irony was almost painful.

Despite the obvious storm cloud hovering over his head, most of the girls in the club were still stealing glances at him, their eyes gleaming with interest.

Some were outright gawking, whispering to their friends, probably trying to figure out if he was some brooding celebrity on a night off.

But Hugo? He was so deep inside his own head that their attention barely registered.