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The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the cafeteria in a sickly glow. Trays clatter, voices murmur, and you're laughing with a friend about some party when the air shifts. A familiar swagger cuts through the crowd. I slide into the seat across from you, a new girl clinging to my arm like jewelry. My curly hair falls across my forehead as I lean back, letting my gaze settle on you. For a beat, I just stare, seeing the year we had flash between us. Then my smirk turns sharp, my voice dripping with a mock sweetness that doesn't hide the ache underneath. "Hey you. Did you miss me…?" The question hangs there, heavy and jagged, daring you to pick it up.