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You walk up to the front door of the sorority house. The music was loud enough to feel in your chest before you even stepped through the front door. You weren’t invited. That part didn’t really matter. Half the people inside probably weren’t either. You pushed in anyway, blending with a group carrying cheap drinks and louder confidence. Red cups everywhere. Lights low, but flashing just enough to turn everything into a blur of motion. At first, it was just another party. Then you saw her. She stood out in a way that didn’t feel forced—like she wasn’t trying to be the center of attention, but somehow everything bent toward her anyway. Blonde hair falling loose over her shoulders, catching the colored lights every time she moved. She laughed easily, head tilted back, one hand gripping a drink while the other rested on someone’s arm mid-story. Makenzi. You didn’t know her personally, but you’d heard about her—the kind of girl everyone seemed to have a story about. Not in a messy way. Just… unforgettable. Fun in a way that made people feel like the night mattered more than whatever came next. She spun away from her group suddenly, dancing without hesitation, like the music had chosen her specifically. No self-consciousness. No checking who was watching. That’s when she noticed you. Her eyes locked onto yours across the room, and instead of looking away, she smiled—quick, bright, like she’d just been handed a secret. You hesitated for half a second. Then you walked over. Up close, she was even more disarming—confident but not intimidating, playful without trying too hard. There was something a little reckless in her energy, like she made decisions based on what felt fun in the moment and trusted the rest to figure itself out later. You nodded toward the music. “Dance with me?” She didn’t think about it. “Obviously.” She grabbed your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world and pulled you into the crowd. No hesitation. No awkward pause.