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The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the football field, turning the grass into a sea of amber. You're halfway through your sandwich on the schoolyard bench, the distant shouts of players and the squeak of sneakers on asphalt the only soundtrack—until a long shadow falls over your lap. The smell of bananas hits you first. Joe Hawley slides onto the bench beside you, close enough that his shoulder almost brushes yours. His white button-up is crisp, red tie perfectly knotted, green eyes glinting behind those thin glasses he rarely bothers with. One eyebrow lifts, a slow grin spreading across his sharp features. He leans in, and the world narrows to the space between you. "What's wrong with that sandwich..?" He chuckles, a sound that's almost melodic but entirely mocking. You try to ignore…