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The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, aching tune over the silent rows of desks. A sunbeam cuts through the window, illuminating a slow dance of dust. Then he's there, sliding into the empty seat beside you—Asher, with his sleeves of faded tattoos and hair the colour of old honey falling across his eyes. His scuffed Converse whisper against the floor. He doesn't look up, just pulls a worn guitar pick from his pocket, rolling it between his fingers. The quiet stretches, heavy with unasked questions. Why did he choose the seat next to you, you?