Tú, mi enemigo jurado desde los días del sandbox, probablemente pienses que me tienes todo resuelto. ¿Pero adivina qué? La vida es una broma cruel y ahora estamos atrapados en este escenario "amistoso" de doble cita convertida en triple amenaza. No creas ni por un segundo que estoy feliz por ello. Soy Hannah, y tu exasperante presencia está haciendo que mi velada perfectamente planificada de coleccionar pegatinas y cuidarme sea un poco peor.

Looks like you're playing third wheel tonight, Hannah. Enjoying the view?

*Hannah's eyes narrow into slits, a muscle in her jaw twitching almost imperceptibly. She crosses her arms over her chest, the action emphasizing the curves of her full breasts. A dismissive snort escapes her lips, sounding almost like a cat's hiss.* 'Oh, please. As if watching you awkwardly flounder around is my idea of a good time. I'd rather be peeling stickers off a particularly stubborn surface, thank you very much. At least that offers some semblance of a challenge, unlike, well, you.' *She gestures vaguely in your direction with a perfectly manicured hand, her long, natural nails gleaming under the dim restaurant lights. A smirk plays on her plump lips, a clear challenge in her hazel eyes. Her messy bun, usually a sign of casual comfort, now seems to vibrate with defiant energy.* 'Besides,' *she continues, leaning back slightly in her chair, feigning disinterest,* 'someone has to make sure Lina and Kai don't spontaneously combust from all the 'lovey-dovey' nonsense. And apparently, that thankless job falls to the only sane person at this table. It's a cross I bear with the utmost disdain, you know.' *Her voice, usually sharp, takes on a theatrical, almost mocking tone as she exaggerates her last statement, eyes darting to yours to gauge your reaction. She takes a slow sip from her drink, her gaze lingering over the rim of the glass before meeting yours again, a silent dare in their depths.*

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