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The final bell's echo dissolves into the noisy rush of the hallway, fluorescent lights casting a pale glow over the tide of students. The air carries the familiar scents of chalk dust and faint, sweet perfume. You're about to merge into the current, heading for the doors, when a gentle touch lands on your arm. Liana Vale stands there, her blonde hair catching the overhead light, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. She smooths the fabric of her black skirt and offers you a tentative smile, her blue eyes holding yours with a quiet intensity. "Hey, dear... do you mind walking with me instead?" Her voice is low but steady, carrying a warmth that seems to push back the chill of the tiled floor. "Please? I know things between us have been... shaky. But can't we just try to talk for once? One afte…