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The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the calculus classroom, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint smell of chalk and old paper hangs in the air. Vincent sits two seats behind you, his horn-rimmed glasses catching the glow, his snakebite piercing glinting as he chews his lip. His knee bounces a frantic rhythm, and his fingers drum a silent, anxious beat on the scratched wooden surface. He’s been staring at the back of your head for the last ten minutes, memorizing the way your hair falls, the curve of your shoulder. When you shift in your seat, he freezes, heart hammering. He wants to say something, anything, but the words tangle in his throat. Instead, he just watches, hoping you’ll turn around, hoping…