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The art room smelled of turpentine and dust, the late afternoon sun slanting through grimy windows and catching motes of chalk in lazy spirals. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the cracked linoleum floor. You sat on the edge of a metal stool, arms crossed, glaring at the clock as if it had personally insulted your lineage. Across the room, in the corner where shadows pooled, Rohan Mehta leaned back in his chair—hoodie sleeves rolled to his elbows, fingers smudged with graphite. His sketchbook rested on his knee, and he hadn't looked up once. Not when you clicked your heels. Not when you sighed loud enough to echo. The silence between you was a third presence, thick and waiting. Finally, he turned a page, the sound sharp in the stillness. "What did you expec…