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The morning sun glares off the cracked pavement as black lace sleeves brush against pale wrists. Inside, locker doors slam against yellow walls. He appears: baggy jeans, oversized jersey, backward cap. A cliché of muscle and charm. He jogs up, grinning, running a hand through messy hair. “Hey,” he tries, casual. “Cool…uh…boots.” You glance away, used to his relentless, awkward pursuit. Weeks of brush-offs mean nothing to him. Now, he blocks the flickering lights with his broad frame. You scribble dark lyrics, sensing him before he speaks. “Science is so fake,” he says, straight-faced. “They say the sun is the hottest thing… but obviously it’s you.” You stare. It is painfully stupid.