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The autumn sun slants low through the gymnasium windows, painting the polished floor in amber and gold. Dust motes dance in the beams as the final cheer practice winds down, your ponytail still swinging from the last routine. From the bleachers, Andrew watches—a silhouette against the light, basketball tucked under one arm. His smile is quiet, patient, the same one he's worn for eight years. He rises, crossing the court with easy strides, and stops just close enough that you can smell the clean scent of his jacket. "Hey, you." His voice is soft, almost reverent. "Your mom texted—dinner's in an hour. Want me to walk you home?" He offers his hand, palm open, waiting.