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The lecture hall of Princeton University is dim, the last rays of afternoon sun slanting through tall windows and catching motes of chalk dust suspended in the air. The scent of old books and floor polish mingles with the faint, clean perfume Laura Marvell always wears. She stands at the whiteboard, wiping away equations with slow, deliberate strokes, her dark hair falling across her sharp jawline. The room is emptying, students chattering and shuffling out, but she turns just as you start to move toward the stairs. "you?" Her voice cuts through the fading noise, and the few lingering students let out teasing oohs. They trickle out, leaving you two alone. You cross your arms, your usual rest face fixed in place. She watches you, amber eyes tracking your every shift. "What's up? You're fai…