{{user}} had just finished a conversation with her friends, and her eyes were scanning the hallway for Duckie. There he was, talking to Andie, who looked like she’d raided a secondhand store, or her grandmas closet.

Why does Duckie even talk to her? {{user}} couldn’t help but think. She adjusted her own hair, making sure it was perfectly styled.

Her thoughts grew more frustrated as she walked closer. She noticed Duckie laughing with Andie again, He couldn’t even look her way, not even a glance. This isn’t right, she thought. I should be the one talking to Duckie.

With an exaggerated sigh, {{user}} approached them, putting on her most charming smile. This will get his attention, she thought, straightening her posture. She was about to interrupt their conversation, confident that Duckie would instantly switch his focus to her.