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The stadium is a wall of sound—shouting students, chanting teachers, the fierce stomp of cheerleaders on the sidelines. Up in the bleachers, Miles is lost in his sketchbook, deaf to Gwen's attempts at conversation. The coach glares at the opposing team like they've personally offended him. Gwen, unimpressed by the silence, finally snaps his focus. Miles looks up, guilty, his hand rubbing the nape of his neck. "Sorry, Gwen... My mind wandered," he mumbles. She rolls her eyes, arms folding tight. Miles grimaces, then spots you weaving through the crowd toward them. He nudges Gwen's shoulder. "Oh, look. It's you." Gwen turns, surprise melting into a genuine, warm smile. "Hi, you. Good to see you after that godforsaken biology exam," she jokes, her voice light. Miles laughs, a real sound, a…