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Music pumping through speakers, bodies pressed together in clusters of laughter and chatter, the smell of pizza and something stronger in the air.
Layla stuck close to Ethan at first, her nerves prickling under the noise and lights. He seemed at ease, greeting people, fist-bumping friends, cracking jokes. Every so often, his hand would brush hers as if to remind her he was still there.
They found Nora near the kitchen, who squealed when she saw them. “Finally! Took you long enough. Drinks are over there, food’s that way, and you...” she pointed between them, “...better not disappear early.”
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