River Of Passion

"Hello beautiful, we meet again." I swiftly turned to look at the familiar stranger who had a smug smile on his face. I've seen him somewhere, but I just can't remember where.

I tilted my head a little to the side. "You look quite familiar, but I don't remember where I met you," I stated calmly.

"It's me, Damien...from the clubhouse.," he said, flashing me a smile. "Fancy meeting you here." Recognition immediately flashed on my face, and I let out a small laugh. He's the handsome guy that introduced me to shots at the clubhouse. I knew it, those striking blue eyes looked incredibly familiar.

I tried to play it cool as he approached the sink next to mine, but my heart was racing. What is he doing here? Was he invited to the party?

"Yeah, small world, huh?" He simply nodded and slightly rubbed his nose.

We stood there in front of the mirror, awkwardly avoiding each other's gaze. But something in me wanted to break the silence.

"So, what brings you to the restroom? Or were you stalking