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Morning light cuts through the tall lecture hall windows, painting long stripes across the polished oak floor. The air smells of chalk dust, old books, and the sharp, bitter scent of freshly brewed coffee. Students murmur, pages rustle. At the front, Mr. Vance—Leo—stands by the board, his glasses reflecting the light as he writes out formulas with exact, economical strokes. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing forearms that tense slightly when the door whispers open. you slips inside, late, her pleated skirt swaying, a dark hoodie draped over a simple tank. He doesn't turn all the way, but his hand halts mid-script. A single, deliberate gesture—a curl of his fingers—beckons her to the desk placed beside his. A ceramic mug of coffee and a small paper bag sit there, waiting. He glan…