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The engine of Leo's aging Honda coughed awake, its headlights carving tunnels through the grey dawn. Frost feathered the windshield as he sat in the driver's seat, the electric blue in his dark hair a shock of color in the dim interior. He watched you trudge down the driveway, backpack heavy. Without a word, he leaned across and shoved the passenger door open, letting a rush of cold morning air flood the cabin. *Get in.* His voice was flat. *And remember—you don't exist to me today.* His gaze held yours, unreadable, as he waited for you to slide inside and shut the door.