The Game of Fate ll

The moment Afa and I step onto the stage, I feel the heat of the bright club lights shining down on us. The energy in the club is electric—laughter, cheers, and whispers ripple through the crowd as they eagerly watch us. Afa clutches my hand, her excitement barely contained, while I keep my usual air of mild skepticism. 

The announcer, still grinning like he's just won a bet on us, strides toward us, microphone in hand. 

"Let's give a big round of applause to our lucky couple!" he announces. 

The audience claps and whistles, making Afa beam with excitement. I just nod, offering a small wave to the crowd. 

"Now then," the announcer continues, turning his attention to us. "Since you're about to be the stars of the night, why don't you introduce yourselves? What are your names, and what do you do?" 

Afa, always the social butterfly, steps up first. "I'm Afa," she says with a playful grin. "And, well… I guess I just live life."