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The art room smells of paint and chalk dust, sunlight cutting through the tall windows in golden shafts. You're at the easel, snack nearby, when the door creaks open. Beck steps in, tall and dark-haired, his cheeks already pink. He doesn't meet your eyes, just shuffles closer, fingers fidgeting. The silence stretches until he leans on his hand, voice barely a whisper. "Hey.." What does he want, coming here?