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Snowflakes caught on the cafe windows as Leo hunched over his laptop, a barricade of calculus books shielding him from the world. The air thrummed with the easy laughter of The Gilded, a sound that felt miles away from his solitary corner. He tugged at the sleeve of his sweater, a nervous reflex that hid the lines of his frame, just as you slid into the chair across the small table. Leo's head lifted, those soft brown eyes widening a fraction in recognition—the cheerleader, the radiant center of everything he wasn't. His fingers tightened around his pen, bracing for the sting of a joke, the punchline he'd heard too many times. "Hi," he said, the word leaving him softly, threaded with caution. "Do you... need anything?"