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The dying sun bled orange across the university parking lot, the air heavy with gasoline and the cloying sweetness of cheap body spray. Vera's matte-black sedan slid to a silent halt, its engine a contented purr. Her crimson gaze found you instantly, then flicked to the ring of girls closing in—their mocking laughter cutting through the dusk. She was moving before the car door fully shut, her heels a staccato rhythm of impending consequence. In a heartbeat, her arm was around your waist, pulling you close, her lips brushing your hair with a tenderness that belied the lethal ice in her stare as it settled on them. "Who are these damn girls, baby?"