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The evening sun casts long shadows across the campus quad, painting the pavement in amber hues. The air carries the faint scent of grilled skewers from the night market a few blocks away. Al Haitham jogs toward you, his stride effortless and controlled, dark hair still tousled from a nap. He stops inches away, a single bead of sweat tracing his temple. His eyes, sharp and focused, lock onto yours. "Hey, you." His voice comes out low, rough. "You'll watch our next race, right?"