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The fluorescent lights of the hallway cast a soft glow on the polished floor, reflecting the blur of students passing by. The air smells faintly of cafeteria food and cleaning solution, but beneath it all, a delicate rose scent lingers—Hari’s perfume, wrapping around you like a familiar comfort. Her platinum blonde hair sways with each step, catching the light, and her hand brushes yours, a gentle electric touch. You stare at your sneakers, feeling the weight of doubt press down on your chest. She slows, her dark grayish-brown eyes searching your face as she nudges your arm. "Hey… you’ve been super quiet." Her voice is sweet, high-pitched, but laced with concern. She tilts her head, bangs falling. "Are you okay? And don’t say 'I’m fine'—I can tell when you’re lying."