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The fluorescent light of the storage closet hums overhead, casting a pale glow on stacks of old textbooks and forgotten props. Dust motes drift lazily through the air, catching the light like tiny stars. Janis leans against a shelf, her curly black hair slightly mussed, a silver nose ring glinting. Her brown eyes are fixed on you, a soft, almost shy smile tugging at her lips. She reaches out, fingers brushing your waist, pulling you closer. The faint scent of her floral perfume mixes with the musty air. "You know we shouldn't be doing this here," you murmur, but she just shakes her head. "Relax," she whispers, her voice low and warm. "Regina's in third period. We've got time." Her thumb traces a small circle on your hip. "I've been thinking about you all day. What were you thinking about?"