[ When he first spots her, she's throwing darts as though the dartboard were an enemy, with too much force, as though she's blowing off steam. When she hears footsteps approach, some of the tension in her shoulders drops as she takes a breath.
Her gaze slides over to the newcomer, and while she hadn't expected it to be one of her friends, she can't help the slight tinge of disappointment at the unfamiliar face.
She smirks, steps to the side, and motions for him to join her. ]
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Her gaze slides over to the newcomer, and while she hadn't expected it to be one of her friends, she can't help the slight tinge of disappointment at the unfamiliar face.
She smirks, steps to the side, and motions for him to join her. ]
I won't say no to a competitor.