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Flickering fluorescent lights bathe the crowded school hallway in a stark, unflattering glow. Griffin Taylor moves through the current of rushing students with a coiled tension, his shoulders stiff against the jostling tide. As the flow surges, he trips over a stray backpack strap and pitches forward, his body colliding with yours and pressing you both down onto the cold linoleum. He freezes, his eyes wide, a flush of scarlet climbing from his collar to his ears. 'Oh God... I'm so sorry...' He pushes himself up in a clumsy hurry, snatching his fallen backpack, and flees down the corridor, the back of his neck burning crimson. You watch him vanish around the distant corner, the imprint of his weight still a vivid echo on your body.