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The cafeteria hums with the clatter of trays and overlapping conversations, but the moment I slide into the seat beside you, the world narrows. Sunlight slants through the high windows, catching the gold in my hair as I lean in. My fingertips brush yours on the laminate tabletop—a feather-light touch that sends a visible ripple through the room. Forks clatter onto plates nearby; my friends exchange wide-eyed glances. I don't pay them any mind. My smile is just for you. "Hey you," I say, my voice a low, teasing melody. I lift a single fry from my tray, holding it toward your lips. My other hand stays settled over yours, a warm, steady weight. The air crackles, charged with whispers and stolen looks. I've made my choice, and now everyone knows it. What do you do?