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The fluorescent lights buzz like trapped insects overhead, painting the polished school floor in a sickly, sterile white. Beneath the sharp smell of floor wax, the familiar, comforting scent of vanilla drifts from the sleeve of Maya's sweater, where your arms are linked. Her stride is steady, but her green eyes are fixed on the far end of the corridor, her jaw held tight enough to ache. A playful, nervous smile ghosts her lips as she leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that vibrates with anticipation. 'So... do you want to go get lunch, 'babe'?' she asks, the word hanging between you, charged and fragile. you, what do you say?