MidReal Story

Neon Serendipity

May 17
Scenario: OA beautiful girl walks into a club lit up in violet neon lights and meets Henry Cavill
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OA beautiful girl walks into a club lit up in violet neon lights and meets Henry Cavill
I’ve never been one to go out to clubs alone, but tonight I’m feeling spontaneous.
I’ve been cooped up in my apartment for the past week, and I need to get out and have some fun.
My best friend Mia is out of town, and I have no other friends in the city.
It’s not like I can just call up a random acquaintance and ask them to go out with me.
So, I’m going to do something I’ve never done before: go out to a club by myself.
I spend an hour getting ready, and when I look in the mirror, I’m happy with what I see.
My long brown hair is curled into loose waves that cascade down my back, and my green eyes pop against the smoky eye makeup I applied.
I’m wearing a black crop top that shows off just a sliver of my stomach and a pair of high-waisted jeans that hug my curves in all the right places.
I slip on a pair of black heels and grab my purse before heading out the door.
When I’m a block away, I can already hear the music blaring from the building.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, doing my best to calm my nerves.
I’m not sure why I’m so nervous.
It could be because I’ve never been to a club before, let alone by myself.
Or, it could be because I’m about to break the one rule my parents set for me when I moved to New York: don’t go out by yourself at night.
I know the city isn’t as dangerous as they think it is, but it’s still smart to be careful.
As I walk up to the line of people waiting outside, I take stock of my surroundings.
The club is a massive two-story building with neon blue lights covering the front of the building.
It’s not what I was expecting, but then again, I’m not really sure what I was expecting.
The bouncer checks my ID, and once he gives me the okay, I step inside the building.
Pulsing music fills my ears, and the smell of alcohol assaults my senses.
I walk up to the bar and take a seat on one of the stools.
“What can I get for you?”
the bartender asks me.
“I’ll take a vodka cranberry, please,” I say with a smile.
He nods and goes about making my drink.
I take my phone out of my purse and begin scrolling through Instagram when someone sits down next to me.
I glance over at him and do a double take when I realize who it is.
It’s Henry Cavill—the Henry Cavill—sitting next to me at a bar in New York City like he’s just another person.
The actor is one of the few people who can make me lose my chill.
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He’s gorgeous, famous, and always comes across as charming and humble in interviews.
So, imagine my surprise when he turns his head to the side to look at me and gives me a small smile.
I try to play it cool and give him a smile in return.
But he doesn’t look away.
Instead, he gives me a small nod and says, “Hello.”
“Hi,” I reply, and when I let out a breath, I realize that I’m holding it.
I’m just about to introduce myself when the bartender sets a drink down in front of me.
“Here you go, miss.”
“Thank you,” I say, giving him a quick smile before turning back to Henry.
But when I do, he’s already gotten up from his seat and is walking away.
“Wait,” I call after him, but it’s too late.
He doesn’t hear me over the music, and he disappears into the crowd of people dancing together in front of the DJ.
I frown and take a sip of my drink, trying to figure out what just happened.
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Henry Cavill just gave me a smile, and I’m totally not fangirling on the inside.
Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I take another sip of my drink and try to ignore all of the eyes on me.
I know that people are staring at me because they’re trying to figure out who I am, but that doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable.
This is one of the reasons why I haven’t been to many clubs before.
I don’t like being the center of attention or having people stare at me while I’m trying to have a good time.
After a few minutes, everyone goes back to their own conversations or finds another person to stare at, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
The bass is loud in here, and it reverberates through my body so much that I can feel it in my bones.
The dance floor is packed with people moving and grinding together, their silhouettes shifting and swaying in time with the music.
Taking another sip of my drink, I let the liquid slide down my throat before hopping off the barstool and making my way toward the dance floor.
This isn’t just about having fun; it’s about proving something to myself.
The last relationship I was in ended horribly, and it’s left me feeling like a shell of who I used to be.
The breakup was hard on me, and even though it happened months ago, I’m still struggling to move on and find myself again.
I’ve always been an introvert at heart, but ever since the breakup, I feel like I’ve become even more isolated and withdrawn than usual.
I’m tired of feeling this way and letting the breakup control my life, which is why I’m here tonight.
I need to remind myself of who I am without a man by my side or a relationship to hide behind.
A night out with some good music and strong drinks is just what the doctor ordered.
When I reach the bar, I order another drink before taking a glance at the time on my phone to see how long it’s been since I arrived.
It’s only been an hour, but it feels like it’s been longer than that.
As soon as the bartender sets my drink down in front of me, I take a sip and try not to let the burn of the alcohol make me grimace.
Vodka cranberries are my go-to drink because they’re easy to make and always taste delicious.
This is the point in the night where I would usually call Mia to meet up with me, but she’s halfway across the country on a family vacation.
So, I take another sip of alcohol and decide to stay for a few more hours.
As I look around the room for a place to sit, I spot a booth along the side of the wall that’s empty.
I slide into the booth and make myself comfortable.
Sipping on my drink, I watch as people move and dance together to the music.
I feel a small smile cross my lips, and I let it linger as the music continues to play in the background.
After a while, the familiar buzz of alcohol starts to kick in, and I know that it’s time to finish this drink and head home soon.
But not right now.
Right now, I want to soak in the sound of music, the smell of alcohol, and the sight of people having a good time.
Sitting back against the booth, I raise my glass and take a long sip of alcohol, letting it fill me with warmth as I remind myself that tonight is all about having fun.
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I watch them warily as I try to figure out what they want.
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It doesn’t take long to get my answer.
One of the girls, a slender blonde with blue eyes, smiles at me.
I don’t want to intrude, but we saw you sitting here alone, and we thought you might want to come dance with us.”
I’m flattered by their offer, but just because I’m out alone doesn’t mean I’m open to hanging out with strangers.
I’m doing this for me, not for anyone else.
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“I appreciate the offer, but I’m okay here,” I say firmly.
“Thanks for asking, though.”
The girls seem to understand my decision, and none of them press me to change my mind.
In fact, they give me small smiles before turning away to join their friends on the dance floor.
Once they’re gone, I relax back into the booth, feeling both relieved that they’re gone and disappointed by their sudden departure.
For a moment there, it was nice to feel like I wasn’t alone in my quest to have fun tonight.
I take a sip of my vodka cranberry, finishing it off, and then set it back down on the table.
I was going to order another one, but at this point, I think it’s best to switch to water for a little while.
An hour turns into two, and before I know it, I’ve lost track of time.
The club is even more crowded now, and I’m starting to feel the effects of alcohol weighing me down.
My body sways in time with the music as I nod along to the beat, feeling blissfully lost in my own little world.
This is exactly what I needed, and I’m grateful that I decided to come out tonight.
I finish my water and order one more drink before leaving.
Just as I’m about to take my first sip, an arm wraps around my waist.
I tense at the sudden contact and turn around, only to be met by a stranger’s eyes.
“Hey,” he says in a low voice.
He has a scruffy chin and a lopsided grin that makes me feel extremely uncomfortable.
His friend comes up behind him, looking equally as unimpressed as he does.
“Can you tell your friend here that he’s being rude?”
I ask, pulling away from him so I can face them both head-on.
“We just wanted to know if you wanted to dance,” he says, clearly flustered.
I don’t really care about his feelings at this point.
I just want him and his friend to leave me alone so I can enjoy my drink in peace.
“I appreciate the offer, but no thank you,” I say, holding my ground as best as I can.
“Please leave me alone.”
The two men share a look before exchanging a series of words that I can’t quite make out.
They seem to be arguing about something, and I feel my heart rate kick up a notch.
There’s a part of me that wants to get up and leave, but at the same time, I don’t want them to think that they’ve won.
But before I can decide what to do, a bouncer walks up and taps them both on the shoulder.
“Gentlemen,” he says, looking unimpressed.
“I’m going to have to ask you both to leave right now.”
The two men share a look again before glancing back at me.
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