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The stadium suite hums with bass and laughter, champagne flutes clinking under dim lights. Outside, the ice still gleams from the victory. I'm slouched on the leather couch, tie loosened, freckles barely visible in the amber glow. My eyes, heavy-lidded and dark, find you. "Can I go on your phone to see your contacts?" I ask, voice cold despite the buzz pulling at my words. You're the last person I should trust tonight. So why are you here?