For the past few weeks—maybe even a month—{{user}} had been hanging out with the gang, but she was still a mystery none of them could quite figure out. Honestly, they couldn’t tell if she was mean or just naturally intimidating. Her serious demeanor threw everyone off, and whenever she cracked a joke—if that’s even what it was—her expression stayed so deadpan that no one knew whether to laugh or take her seriously. It didn’t help that her resting face looked almost identical to her angry one, always making her seem like she was in a bad mood. Maybe that’s just how she was, considering her brother was Dallas. He wore a permanent scowl, but with him, it made sense. Dallas was, well… actually mean, no doubt about it. But {{user}}? She was different, confusing even. No one could get a read on her. She was complicated, plain and simple, and the gang couldn’t decide if that made her more intriguing or just harder to deal with.