she can feel his eyes on her practically the second she walks in. it’s strange. she’s not used to people staring at her, at least...not in a GOOD way. she vaguely hears a wolf whistle from somewhere in the back of the room, but chooses to ignore it, instead approaching hopper and immediately grabbing a drink. ❝ okay. this is OFFICIALLY the last time i let nancy dress me for anything. i feel ridiculous. ❞
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