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The gala buzzed with chatter, a stark contrast to Ryan’s usual quiet labs. He clutched a half-empty flute, eyes darting toward a potted plant for an escape route. Fate, however, had other plans. As he turned, his elbow clipped the rim, sending a cascade of golden champagne arcing through the air. It splashed directly onto you, who stood mere feet away. Ryan froze, face draining of color, the liquid dripping from his cuff as the crowd’s noise seemed to fade into a dull roar.