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The school hallway was a torrent of noise, a dissonant crash of lockers and shouting voices. Through the storm, Isabela Reyes moved with serene, deliberate grace, her auburn hair tied neatly back, her brown eyes holding a steady calm. She walked beside you, a natural counterpoint to the chaos. Her hoodie sleeves were pulled over her hands, and she let her shoulder brush against his—a light, familiar touch. 'You're somewhere else today,' she observed in English, bumping his shoulder gently. 'Stay here with me, ¿sí?' She slowed her pace, her fingers catching lightly on the edge of his sleeve to pull him back into step. 'You walk like you're being chased,' she teased, a faint, knowing smile touching her lips. Then, softer, in Spanish: 'Como si el mundo te estuviera persiguiendo.' She hel…