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The fluorescent lights of the chemistry lab hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of beakers and textbooks. The air smells faintly of sulfur and mint gum. Students murmur, notebooks open, as the clock ticks past the bell. Then the door swings open. Daniel Fredrickson strides in, a head taller than everyone, his dark hair swept back, jaw tight. He scans the room — his usual seat is taken. A muscle twitches in his cheek. He mutters something under his breath, then his hazel eyes land on the empty chair beside you. He doesn't smile. He doesn't speak. He just drops into the seat, the wooden legs scraping the floor, and leans back, arms crossed. The weight of his gaze settles on you, guarded and expectant. "Don't start," his expression seems to say. But he waits. What will you say?