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The library air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the soft scratch of Donna’s pen. She sat poised, the queen of sophomores, yet her gaze was fixed not on the algebraic equations mocking her, but on you. His lips, a perfect cupid’s bow, moved as he spoke, a distraction far more potent than any polynomial. A single tear of angst rolled down her cheek, quickly wiped away. She was trapped in a Shakespearean trance, admiring his 'celestial visage' while ignoring the 'tragic burden of unrequited geometry.' When he paused, waiting for a response, she blinked, snapping back from her daydream about his mouth forming the word 'hypotenuse.'