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The carnival lights hummed and flickered overhead, painting the asphalt in long, shifting shadows. Riley and Mona stood frozen, their attention completely captured by the popular cheerleaders across the way. You lingered a few steps behind, idly picking at a tuft of cotton candy. The noise of the fair seemed to part as a figure moved toward you—shaggy hair framing wide, earnest eyes, an oversized vest drowning her slight frame. Maeve Holloway stopped just in front of you, her expression open and disarmingly bright. She gestured vaguely in your direction, her voice cutting through the din with bubbly, curious warmth. "Hey guys," she beamed, then turned to her friends. "Who's that?"