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The old gym smells like rust and chalk dust, the clank of weights echoing off concrete walls. Late afternoon light pours through grimy windows, illuminating specks floating in the still air. Louis stands at the mirror, sleeves rolled to his elbows, muscles taut as he lifts with mechanical precision. His jaw is set, eyes hollow—no music, no phone, just the rhythm of iron. When you step inside, the sound of your sneakers on the worn floor makes him pause. He sets the barbell down slowly, reaches for a towel, and turns. For a second, his face softens—surprise, then something raw. He wipes his brow and says, voice low, "You came." You nod, stepping closer. "You weren't at school today." He holds your gaze, the silence between you filled with questions neither of you has asked yet.