The Special One

The night was well-lit, and the neon lights amplified the loneliness in the middle of the night. For many young people, the nightlife just started... Camila Reynolds normally would not come to this place! It was her 20th birthday today. Her college classmate Victoria Wagner booked the best chain nightclub in the city and invited several friends to throw a party for her...

Amid strong drumbeats, people drank boisterously and made noises. The smell of alcohol and tobacco pervaded the air. Those men and women wiggled frantically.

"Victoria! I need to use the bathroom!"

Camila shouted more loudly than usual because the place was too noisy.

"What? I didn't catch it."

As expected, the girl next to her didn't hear her clearly and asked in an equally loud voice.

Camila lowered her mouth to her ear and repeated.

"I need to use the bathroom! Will you go with me?"

When she stood up, Camila looked out of place. Her skin was smooth and fair. Her temperament was refined, and she looked more stunning than the clearest crystal. In a light blue dress and a pair of white shoes, she looked like a fairy.

"Go ahead, it's over there."

Too high to walk away, Victoria pointed to a corner on the left.

Camila looked over. The bathroom was in a corner at the far side, and she would have to go through the noisy crowd.

She sighed and sat back into her seat helplessly. Without the guts to go there, she took out her cell phone and texted her bestie Joan Chavez for help.

"Jojo, where are you?"

On pins and needles, she waited for the reply and checked her phone every few seconds.

"Camila, what are you doing over there? It's your birthday, cheer up. Come on, bottoms up!"