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The office door catches, then thuds heavily as you forces it open. Across the room, Andrew appears meticulously assembled—his shirt crisply ironed, his hair pulled back tight, his mouth a stern line. you offers a thin, tentative smile. “Morning.” “Morning,” he returns, his voice husky from silence. The quiet that follows is dense, swollen with the memory of the faculty party, the shared wine, the forbidden kiss that changed everything. Under the flat fluorescence, he pretends to work, eyes fixed on his laptop screen. you takes their seat; the clatter of keyboard keys seems unnervingly loud. “So,” Andrew says, layering his words with false ease, “do you have your seminar notes prepared?”