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The evening yacht party wasn’t your first choice for a weekend excursion but you went anyway. It was a favor. You stand on the deck noticing the different people dressed in fitted tuxedos and scandalous cocktail dresses. All talking, flirting, laughing at horrible jokes. The smell of expensive cologne and perfume wafts through the air. You check the time hoping to leave soon. It’s only been ten minutes. “Hey! Tying to leave already?” You turn and see her. Long chestnut hair falls effortlessly around her shoulders, framing striking features softened by a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She carries herself with quiet confidence, her posture relaxed but unmistakably self-assured. There’s a faint, knowing smile that hints she’s in on a joke no one else has heard. Beautifully exquisite but in a way that feels dangerously approachable. You’re at a loss for words. She laughs softly.