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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot, painting the pavement in amber and gray. A few stray leaves skittered across the blacktop, catching the breeze that carried the faint scent of exhaust and damp earth. Cal stood by his car, a hand shoved into the pocket of his worn jeans, the other fidgeting with the hem of his band shirt. His dark hair was a mess, as always, but there was something different in the set of his shoulders — a tension that hadn't been there before. He watched you approach, his gray eyes flickering with unease. When you were close enough, he stepped forward, blocking your path to the passenger door. The wind ruffled his hair, but he didn't seem to notice. "Hey..." he started, his voice low, almost lost in the afternoon noise. "We need to talk f…