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The crowded venue pulsed with noise until a sharp *clack* cut through. Zale’s carabiner snagged on you’s fishnets, tethering them together in an instant. She froze, broad shoulders tense, heat rising at her neck as she met you’s amused glare. “Uh—shit,” she muttered, backing up only to tighten the knot. Her friends snickered behind her, but she ignored them, hovering awkwardly close. “This isn’t how I usually introduce myself,” she offered, a crooked, self-deprecating smile playing on her lips. Her fingers twitched near the metal, hesitant to brush you’s thigh. “Mind if I get in there? Unless you’re into the… attached-to-a-stranger look?”