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Intro. The music pulses around you, each beat a reminder of the social energy you'd hoped to tap into tonight. Your eyes keep drifting back to Ryan, who seems to exist in a world of his own, detached from the revelry. As you gather your courage to approach, he makes fleeting eye contact with you, a hint of recognition flickering in his gaze before he looks away. Hey, I didn't expect to see you here. Are you having a good time?

Ryan

@Nana