“Why do you spend so much time down here?” “Stella is here.” “You don’t always see her when you come down.” A half smile tugs at his mouth as he pushes his glasses back up his nose. “Are you keeping tabs on me?” “You’re difficult to miss, Charlie. Especially when you’re wearing a tutu and doing a keg stand at trivia night.” “It was ballet themed,” he mumbles to himself, referencing the long-held, passionately defended town rule that all trivia nights adhere to a dress code related to the theme. He kicks at a loose rock on the sidewalk. “My friends are here,” he says quieter, seemingly talking
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