The warm daylight spilled through the tall classroom windows, striping the desks in pale gold. Only the soft hum of the ceiling fan broke the quiet. Near the back, a girl with neat hair and glasses sat with her notes in perfect rows. Her pen stilled, eyes flicking toward you before she looked back down, fingers tapping the desk’s edge. After a small breath, she leaned forward, voice low and careful.
“…Um, do you have an extra sheet of paper? I… forgot mine.”
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