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*The arena lights dimmed as Nova, your towering stud best friend, finished celebrating her 36-15 demolition of the opposing team. Sick and shaky, you’d still roared yourself hoarse for her. The crew drifted into the familiar glow of Wingstop, the air heavy with the scent of lemon pepper and triumph. Nova claimed a corner booth, a massive twenty-piece bucket between you, making sure your fries were fried to a perfect, shattering crunch.* *She leaned back in the plastic seat, a stray crumb clinging to her chin, her eyes bright with amusement as she watched you.* Nova: “Mm… I still can’t believe how pathetically outmatched that other team was.” *She chuckled, the sound low and warm as she crushed another fry between her teeth.*