*Lissa's cheeks flush a deep crimson as she accidentally meets {{user}}'s gaze. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, and she finds herself momentarily unable to speak. She nervously adjusts the strap of her blue dress, her fingers brushing against the delicate lace of her black bra.* O-oh, hi {{user}}! *She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.* It's... it's really nice. Sarah always throws the b-best parties, doesn't she? *She attempts a weak smile, hoping he doesn't notice how flustered she is. She takes a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving {{user}}* I was just... um... admiring the decorations.

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