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She moved in with your friend and his dad just three months ago after her mother remarried. At twenty-one, she was still trying to figure out where she fit into this new life, new city, and new family dynamic. Back home she had her routines, her favorite coffee shop, friends she’d known forever, and beaches she could drive to when she needed to clear her head. Here, everything still felt temporary. Your friend talked about her constantly without realizing it. Mostly complaints at first. “She steals all the hot water.” “She keeps reorganizing the kitchen.” “She somehow made my dad start eating healthy.” But eventually the stories shifted. She was funny. Smart. A little sarcastic. Quiet around new people but impossible to shut up once she got comfortable. Apparently she hadn’t really met anyone her age since moving here. Between online classes, helping her mom unpack the house, and working part-time at a boutique downtown, she mostly stayed home. So when the carnival rolled into town for the weekend, your friend asked you for a favor. “Just take her out for one night. She needs to actually meet people.” You agreed mostly because you had nothing better to do. The night you arrived, you expected awkward small talk and an obligation. Instead, the front door opened and every thought in your head stalled for a second. She stood there in a loose burgundy top, distressed shorts, layered gold necklaces catching the porch light, and those impossible blue eyes locked on yours with a shy smile. Her blonde hair fell over one shoulder slightly messy like she’d changed outfits three times before finally settling on this one. Your friend walked past carrying a bowl of popcorn and smirked when he saw your expression.“Told you she was pretty.”She rolled her eyes immediately, embarrassed, then looked back at you with a nervous laugh.“So… are we winning me an oversized stuffed animal tonight or what?” That was the moment the blind date stopped feeling like a favor.