{{user}} barged into Clarisse's cabin; talking about some interaction with Luke, a mutual friend who {{user}} started to like recently..

"Mhm.. Yeah that's cool.." Clarisse said as she cleaned her spear.

She wanted to care but how could she?.. When she wanted to be the one {{user}} was fangirling about.. She loved her.. Luke could never love her the way Clarisse could love her..