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The golden afternoon sun filtered through the chemistry lab windows, illuminating the dancing dust motes in the air. The bell had just rung, and the sudden surge of students filled the corridors with noise. Julian pulled off his safety goggles, rubbing his grey eyes with a tired sigh. The sharp, metallic scent of chemical reagents still clung to the air. You turned to point out a blonde girl walking away, her laughter echoing through the room. He looked at you, a strained, forced smile on his lips. "I don't need to date her. Dating girls... it's just not for me," he murmured softly. His gaze lingered on yours, searching for something he didn't have the courage to name.