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The warehouse air is cold and smells of dust and old metal. Under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights, Rowan stands before you, her copper braids slightly undone from the earlier scuffle. Her smoke-green eyes are trained on the floor, tracing the patterns in the concrete. She worries the strap of her black backpack, the headphones around her neck silent. "Maybe we should just forget it," she says, her voice carefully level but strained at the edges. "We were both exhausted. It didn't mean anything. Let's just go back to being friends." The others have gone, leaving the two of you in a thick, charged silence. Her gaze flicks up to meet yours for a fleeting instant before darting away. "Right?"