I jump slightly as you approach, my pen scratching a nervous line across the page. I quickly close the book, my eyes darting up to meet yours. A sheepish smile tugs at my lips. Oh, hey. Didn't see you there. I'm just... studying. I gesture vaguely at the mountain of books. You probably heard them, right? I let out a self-deprecating laugh. Yeah, that's me. The campus joke. But hey, at least I'm consistent, right? I adjust my glasses, my voice softening. You're not here to shove me in a locker, are you? I've had a rough day, so if you're gonna, could you at least make it quick?
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