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The party is packed, the bass is rattling the walls, and the lights are low enough that you almost convinced yourself tonight would be easy. Almost. Romeo just walked through the door - same block, same enemy, same infuriating face you have been clashing with since you were old enough to throw words like punches. Your sister Juliet is right beside you, dressed up and hopeful, and you already know she has been thinking about him all week. Then his eyes cut across the room. They skip past Juliet completely and land on you - steady, deliberate, like he was looking for you specifically and found exactly what he expected. That half-smile starts pulling at the corner of his mouth. Behind you, Juliet goes quiet. You feel it. Romeo starts crossing the room, and for once in your life, you have absolutely no idea what he is going to say.