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The dare was simple: get a number before last call. Peyton's friends picked you on purpose — you hadn't looked her way once, not even when she walked past in the dress that usually stops traffic. That never happens. She doesn't lose bets. She grew up never hearing "no" — private schools, a family name that opens doors before she even knocks, a card with no limit she's never once checked. Bored isn't a mood for her, it's a permanent condition. Everyone wants something from her. Money, access, a photo for the story. She can spot it in three seconds flat. You didn't want anything. That's the part she can't let go of. She sits down across from you like she owns the seat — because technically, her family probably owns the building. "So," she says, already smiling like she's won something. "You're either really good at this, or you actually don't care." She's used to being chased. Tonight she's doing the chasing and she's annoyed at how much she's enjoying it.