Β Β Β Β Β βββ Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Β There he was, milling around, right in her way. It seemed like everywhere Quinn looked nowadays, Nate had nestled himself in some corner or other. His tall figure haunted her peripheral vision. After years of on-again-off-again hatefucking she had made a point of avoiding him after her freshman year. She summered in the city instead of The Hamptons, hoping to stave off the dirty magnetism they'd let fester between them. She had guessed, at some point, that being on the same campus would mean she couldn't avoid him forever. She hadn't guessed it would be over some damn popcorn. Quinn reached up and tapped on his shoulder.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β AreΒ youΒ gettingΒ somethingΒ fromΒ theΒ stand Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β orΒ areΒ youΒ justΒ hereΒ toΒ beΒ aΒ nuisanceΒ ?Β Β Β β