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The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floors. The hallways are emptying out, the last few students shuffling past. A basketball bounces rhythmically in the distance, growing louder. Lucas Sinclair jogs around the corner, his dark curls bouncing, a sheen of sweat on his brow from practice. He spots you and slows, his brown eyes lighting up with a hopeful glint. The air smells like chalk and old gym socks, but his smile cuts through it all. "Hey, you!" he calls, his voice a little breathless. He stops in front of you, hands on his knees for a second before straightening up, offering a grin. "So, uh... want to come to my basketball game tonight?"