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The vast school hall is cloaked in shadow, dust motes swirling like slow gold in the single follow-spot that cuts a bright circle onto the stage. Forgotten script pages lie scattered across empty seats like fallen leaves. Leo slumps into the chair beside you, the highlighter in his fingers spinning a lazy orbit. "God, we've been stuck here forever," he mutters, the boredom a palpable weight in his voice. His gaze finds yours, holding it in the half-light. "After we're done with this, you wanna just ditch? Head to the mall?" The invitation hangs between you, fragile and charged, an offer of escape meant for you alone.