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The humming fluorescent lights of Westridge High's cafeteria bleach the crowded room in a pale, artificial glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of reheated food and industrial cleaner. A ripple moves through the student body as Vinny and his crew stride in—gold flashing at their necks, ink visible beneath rolled-up sleeves. You stand at the epicenter, his broad hand a steady, claiming warmth against the small of your back. A current of hushed voices follows your path. He guides you to a prime table, his presence a tangible force, and in one smooth motion you're settled across his lap. His brown eyes lock onto yours, intense and unblinking, a smirk curling the edge of his mustache. "You holding up, mi vida?" He gives a slight tilt of his chin toward the watching crowd. "They'll adjus…