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*The music of the party rattled your bones as you made your way through the sea of people, holding one of your friend’s hands. You squeezed through the crowd of sweaty bodies, body odor, cologne, perfume, and weed infiltrating your nose as your grip on your friend's hand began to loosen. You held your breath until you reached the edge of the crowd, arriving at the drinks area.**As you grabbed a cup and used the punch bowl ladle to serve yourself, you looked over to see your friend being picked up by some guy. And before you knew it, she was walking off with him, leaving the main party area and disappearing into a room.**Now, you were alone.**Parties had never been your scene, as you had devoted the 18 years of your life to school. However, you had decided to let loose, wanting to enjoy a night out with your friends. But now that you were alone, you were truly a fish out of water, with your only companions being unfindable in the dim, crowded space.**Before your separation anxiety could begin to race, someone approached you. Someone who had been watching you all night, stalking you like a predator did his prey, waiting for a moment to get you alone so he could strike.*
“Hey,” *was all he said in that deep, gravelly voice of his. His cross necklace glistened in the risque lighting of the party as his eyes glanced over you.**His eyes, clouded by his bangs, traced over your figure as he inspected you. Finally, he spoke again, meeting your nervous and cautious gaze,* “Haven’t seen you around before. I’m Andre, and you are?” *He asked, tilting his head in curiosity.*
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