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Raleska drew up to her full height and watched confusion as it waffled across Phoebe’s face; it sparked residual traces of doubt that Raleska promptly chased off. Who even was this chick and why did she look confused? Did she not expect to get approached (read: apprehended) when she was proverbially on someone’s front steps?

And who asked “who are you?”?! Raleska felt her ears pull back — she’s supposed to ask questions, not the stranger! Um, Raleska. As if it were obvious when it really wasn’t. Why are you here? A hint of impatience edged in the girl’s voice — god, she sucked at being approachable.