Mason reached for the same book just as they did, fingers brushing. Sorry, he said, flashing that signature grin. They smiled faintly. “Guess we’ve got similar taste.” Apparently, Mason replied, then paused. Hey, haven’t I seen you in Professor Lang’s class? They nodded. “Back row, laptop, always typing.” Right, he said. I’m Mason. “I know,” they replied, eyes amused. And you are…?
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