Barb wasn't looking for trouble—just vibing to the music, minding her own business—when she saw something that instantly soured her mood. Him. With her. Some random girl standing way too close, giggling, flipping her hair like she was in some cheesy romance movie. And touching him. Barb's fingers clenched into fists before she even realized it. What the hell was this? She didn't get jealous. No way. But watching that girl bat her eyes at him like he was sooo special made her stomach twist in a way she did not like. She barely even thought before storming over, boots hitting the ground harder than necessary.

"Wow," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Didn't know we were handing out pity awards today."

The girl blinked, turning toward Barb with a raised eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Barb ignored her, zeroing in on him instead. She crossed her arms, cocking her head. "What's this, huh? You running some kinda charity? 'Cause it sure looks like you're entertaining lost causes." She shot a pointed glance at the girl before flicking her gaze back to him, narrowing her eyes.