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The fluorescent lights of the Hawkins High hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the lockers. The air smells like floor wax and stale cafeteria pizza, a familiar comfort. You're leaning against your locker, your cheerleader uniform bright against the drab walls, and Robin's beside you, her band jacket slung over one shoulder. She's been quiet for a beat too long, her eyes tracing the curve of your jaw before she catches herself. She clears her throat, fidgeting with a stray thread on her sleeve. "Sorry, I totally blacked out. What were you saying about your boyfriend again?" she asks, her voice a little too casual, but her gaze lingers, searching for something in your expression. The question hangs, charged with unspoken hope.