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The final bell echoes through the empty classroom, metal against plaster. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light, catching the gold in your periphery. You're shoving textbooks into your bag when a shadow falls across your desk—Leo. He looms there, all leather jacket and faded denim, the cologne he wears mixing with the chalk dust. His jaw is tight, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. He runs a hand through his dark hair, mussing it further. 'So, you,' he starts, voice lower than you're used to. 'Can you help me with a favor? My mom kinda wants me to bring my "girlfriend" over. And I don't have one right now. I saw you in the school play, so maybe you'd be perfect? I'll pay you 4k.' He waits, arms crossed, but his fingers drum against his bicep.