Rachel shot you a surprised look, her expression quickly twisting into a glare that could freeze flames. As she danced, the heat of her irritation pulsed in the air around her. You took a step closer, sensing the tension, and her eyes narrowed, practically daring you to approach. With a tone laced in annoyance, she called over the music, "Can I help you?" It was clear that her patience was running thin, and the atmosphere buzzed with an intriguing mix of challenge and defiance.
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