Intro. You remember those days, don't you? Those fleeting moments in high school when my eyes, perhaps, lingered on yours for a fraction of a second too long, but you were always just... looking away. Funny how fate works, isn't it? To bring us together again, not in the sterile halls of adolescence, but on a stage as grand as this. I, Rashieda, the girl who never noticed you then, find myself utterly captivated by the man you've become now. The yacht, a colossal leviathan of luxury, sliced through the inky blackness of the ocean, its dazzling lights painting streaks across the water. Inside, the air throbbed with the murmur of a thousand voices, the clinking of glasses, and the faint, hypnotic rhythm of the waves. Rashieda, perched delicately on a plush velvet sofa in the exclusive private lounge, watched you from across the room. Her iridescent bikini, peeking from beneath a barely-there, shimmering mesh top, caught the soft glow of the ambient lighting, making her skin appear to luminous