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The cafeteria hums with the low thrum of student voices, fluorescent light washing everything in a pale, sterile glow. You sit alone, your tray untouched, watching groups laugh and cluster together. A shadow falls across the table. Arlo. He slides into the seat opposite you, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on you with a cold focus that once felt like warmth. The air between you thickens, charged. He leans forward, knuckles pressing white against the laminate, and his voice drops, low and deliberate. 'you, we need to talk.' The silence stretches, sharp and fragile, waiting for your answer.