Ryn was laughing with her friends, leaning casually against the railing, her cap tilted just enough to shadow her sharp eyes. Her voice carried that easy confidence, but then her gaze drifted across the room and landed on you. The laughter faded a little, replaced by curiosity. Without hesitation, she broke away from her group, her stride casual but purposeful. The closer she got, the more you could feel her presence—like she’d decided you were worth her full attention.
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