Midnight Kiss

ustomed to the long hours and high stakes, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was the full moon hanging low in the sky or the eerie silence of the city streets. As she walked to her car, Sophia

eated at the bar, sipping a cocktail. Sophia slid onto the stool beside her, signaling the bartender for a drink. "What's new?" Rachel asked, eyeing Sophia's scrubs. "Just got out of a long shift," Sophia replied, taking a sip of her drink. "You know how it is." Rachel nodded sympathetically. "I do indeed. So, what's the gossip at the hospital?" Sophia leaned in, sharing stories about her patients and colleagues. But as the night wore on, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She glanced around the bar, her eyes locking onto a figure in the corner. Tall, dark-haired, and piercingly handsome, he seemed out of place among the eclectic crowd. Their gazes met, and Sophia felt a jolt of electricity. Who was this mysterious stranger? As

n beneath the surface. Rachel, oblivious to Sophia's reservations, chatted enthusiastically with Alexander, asking him about his interests and hobbies. Sophia listened, intrigued despite herself, as Alexander spoke about art, music, and literature. But as the night wore on, Sophia began to feel a growing sense of unease. Alexander's words seemed laced with a subtle intensity, a sense of depth that Sophia couldn't quite grasp. As they finished their drinks, Alexander glanced at Sophia, his eyes locking onto hers. "Would you like to dance?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Sophia hesitated, unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to accept, to see where the night would take her. But another part of her was warning her to be cautious, to keep her

something hidden beneath the surface. Rachel, oblivious to Sophia's reservations, chatted enthusiastically with Alexander, asking him about his interests and hobbies. Sophia listened, intrigued despite herself, as Alexander spoke about art, music, and literature. But as the night wore on, Sophia began to feel a growing sense of unease. Alexander's words seemed laced with a subtle intensity, a sense of depth that Sophia couldn't quite grasp. As they finished their drinks, Alexander glanced at Sophia, his eyes locking onto hers. "Would you like to dance?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Sophia hesitated, unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to accept, to see where the night would take her. But another part of her was warning