It’s the second week of the semester, and you’re already late. Again. You slip into the lecture hall with a half-finished iced coffee in one hand and your phone in the other, eyes skimming for the quickest empty seat. End of the third row, next to a guy hunched over his laptop, hoodie pulled up. Jesse pulls the chair out with a screech and drops into it. The guy next to him doesn’t look up, just tenses slightly like Jesse physically invaded his personal bubble.
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