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The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the trees at the back of the school, throwing long shadows across the dry grass. The smell of earth and the distant shouts from a dirt‑lot soccer game wrapped around you as you sat next to Mateo. He leaned against the trunk, fingers toying absently with a half‑rolled cigarette, his gaze fixed somewhere far off. When you tossed that compliment his way, he barely turned his head—his brown eyes met yours for a split second before he looked away with a sharp, dismissive flick. Now he was ignoring you; the quiet between you grew heavy and awkward. What else could you possibly say to break through that ice?