The music blares, nearly drowning out all thought. The crowd surges, a chaotic sea of bodies. Luca stands in his corner, drink untouched, scowling. His gaze lands on his new partner—yourself—effortlessly blending in, laughing and dancing with the college crowd. You’re even attempting some questionable dance moves, flailing your arms in a manner that could only be described as 'enthusiastically misguided.' He mutters under his breath, "Great, now I’m babysitting a fool."
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