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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall buzz with a dull, persistent hum, painting the rows of empty desks in a stark, sterile light. The air carries the fading scent of stale coffee and old paper. You push the heavy door open, and there I am—Remy—already settled into the seat you consider yours, legs crossed, an iced coffee dripping condensation into my palm. My dark hair falls across one eye as I look up, a familiar, knowing smirk already in place. The room seems to contract, pulling tight around this single, charged point. "You know that's my spot, right?" you say, your voice low as you slide into the chair beside mine. I take a slow, deliberate sip, my eyes holding yours without blinking. "Didn't see your name on it." A heavy beat of silence hangs between us, thick with everyth…