Sonia's POV.The club never slept. It's always crowdy as expected, some people make it as theirLights pulsed like a living thing, strobes cutting through thick air heavy with perfume, sweat, and alcohol. Bass vibrated through the floor, up my legs, into my bones, until even my heartbeat felt borrowed from the music. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor, laughing, grinding, losing themselves to the night like tomorrow didn’t exist. That's their usual routine.I moved through the tables with a tray balanced on one palm, weaving between tables like I've done a thousand times before.“Over here, sweetheart.”“Hey, baby, yeah, you.”“Damn, look at her body.”I didn’t turn my head, didn’t let my face change. I’d learned early that reacting only made it worse. Hands brushed too close as I passed. Eyes lingered longer than they should have. One man leaned back in his chair and whistled low.“She's got curves like that and is still serving drinks,” he laughed to his friends. “That’s a
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