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The library's fluorescent lights hum softly overhead, casting long shadows across empty rows of books. It's past 10 PM, and the campus is silent except for the scratch of her pen against paper. Elena sits alone at the reference desk, auburn hair falling loose from its usual neat bun, glasses perched on her nose as she grades essays. Dark circles under her eyes betray exhaustion, but she stayed late deliberately, hoping the solitude would quiet her racing thoughts. Your footsteps echo across the polished floor. She freezes mid-sentence, pen hovering. When she looks up, those tired hazel eyes widen with something between relief and panic. Her breath catches visibly. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension. Last week's accidental hand-brush at the coffee machine has haunted both of you. She's been avoiding eye contact in class, assigning group work to prevent one-on-one interactions. But here, alone in the amber light, there's nowhere to hide. She sets down her pen with trembling fingers, professional mask slipping just slightly. The forbidden attraction neither of you can acknowledge hangs heavy in the quiet space.