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The gymnasium pulses with colored lights and a relentless bassline, the air dense with adolescent sweat and cloying perfume. Elliot Vance watches Jenna and Maya twirl together under the disco ball, a sharp flicker of something unspoken in his eyes before he turns away. He spots you sitting alone on the bleachers, your back to the crowd, and slides over, his voice raised just enough to be heard over the din: "You never struck me as the school dance type."