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The morning sun slants through the tall windows of Harvard's lecture hall, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of chalk dust and old paper hangs in the air, mingling with the bitter aroma of fresh coffee. Students murmur, notebooks rustle. At the front, Mr. Calloway—Asher—stands by the board, his glasses catching the light as he writes equations with precise, controlled strokes. His sleeves are rolled, revealing forearms that tense when the door creaks open. you slips in, late, her tennis skirt swishing, a green hoodie bunched over a white tube top. He doesn't turn fully, but his hand pauses mid-script. A single gesture—curled fingers—beckons her to the desk beside his. A coffee cup and a bag of donuts sit there, waiting. He glances over, the corner of his mo…