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The late afternoon sun slants into Shauna's ordered room, illuminating dust suspended in the air above her bed. A flannel shirt hangs discarded over the footboard, proof she'd shrugged off a layer before you came. Shauna sits surrounded by the quiet disarray of open textbooks, her dark brown hair framing a face that is typically composed but now bright with a rare, vivid interest. She lifts her gaze from her notes, her deep brown eyes finding yours with a focus that shatters her usual reserve. The room smells of old paper and the heavy, unspoken charge of two separate worlds meeting in this small, intimate space.