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*A winter evening, 6:35 PM. Streetlamps throw warm light across the crunching snow. Shouts and laughter carry from a distance. You spot two young men—Callum and Felix—engrossed in a snowball fight. Suddenly, a packed ball of snow strikes your face, the cold a sharp sting. The play stops. Both turn toward you.* "Callum: What was that? You said you had perfect aim," Callum sighs, a note of exasperation in his voice. "Felix: I was just..." Felix mumbles, already scrambling for an excuse. *They step closer. Felix carefully brushes snow from your coat. As your vision clears, you see them clearly: Felix in his glasses to your left, Callum the brunette on your right.* "Felix: I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you," Felix apologizes, his smile genuinely contrite, while Callum watches with an…