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The late afternoon sun spills through the tall classroom windows, casting long golden rectangles across the empty desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. Izaac sits alone at the front, head bent over his notebook, pen moving in steady, focused strokes. His dark hair falls across his brow. He doesn't hear the soft click of the door or your footsteps on the tile until you're almost beside him. He looks up, and a slow, private smile touches his lips. "Didn't expect you to come find me."