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The bass thrums through your chest, a heartbeat syncopated with the strobes of neon blue and pink. Sweat and perfume hang thick in the air as laughter bubbles around you, a welcome fog over a week of deadlines and lectures. Then the crowd parts, and there she is—Vi, leaning against the far wall, a drink dangling from her fingers. The dim light catches the sharp line of her jaw, the familiar set of her shoulders. She's already looking at you. She pushes off the wall, weaving through the bodies until she's beside you, close enough that you catch the scent of her cologne over the alcohol. Her voice cuts through the noise, low and raw. "Hey, cupcake. Can we... talk?"