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Every Party, Every Time

You have seen him at every single party for the past month — same sharp jaw, same unhurried stare, always across the room, never introduced. You told yourself it was coincidence. Then a stranger at tonight's gala cornered you near the coat check, and the man you have been pretending not to notice crossed the entire room in four seconds flat. Now his hand is on your arm, his eyes are on the man backing away, and the air between you has changed permanently.