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The fading afternoon sun pours through the library window, stretching shadows over the open textbooks scattered between you. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and quiet dust. Light sits beside you, the golden light catching the strands of his light brown hair as he studies the page, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. He lets out a slow, patient exhale, then turns toward you, his perceptive brown eyes meeting yours. His hand finds the small of your back, a gentle, reassuring weight settling there. "Here," he murmurs, his voice soft, pointing to the paper. "Read the question again." What do you notice this time, when you look at it from this angle?