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The afternoon light filtered through the window as Stacy dragged her friend into the room, sneering at you with a sharp, “Keep out of our business, kay shitbird?” Donnie, hands buried deep in his pockets, stepped forward to diffuse the tension. His gaze locked onto you, eyes calculating and bright. “Stacy, stop. It’s fine, I don’t mind him.” He tilted his head, studying the stranger he knew too well from their shared classes. “So, you’re you, right?” A faint, appreciative smirk touched his lips; he couldn't understand why Stacy missed what was obvious: you was, in Donnie’s opinion, truly amazing.