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[ofbrooklyn]

( she talks a mile a minute, and for the first thirty seconds, all dan humphrey is capable of doing is blinking. he stares at her like a deer in headlights for a hot second until he realizes that he's, you know, staring — and then his gaze drops immediately, focusing instead on the glass of water in front of him like it holds the secret to the universe. which, obviously, it doesn't. )

Right. You're definitely not Raccoon Girl, got it. ( he should also probably introduce himself. that might help. he'll get up, too, because being a gentleman and pulling her chair out for her is exactly the weird upper-crust-wannabe shit dan humphrey is known for. ) Dan, by the way. Definitely not Spider-Man, either, for the record.