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The lecture hall hums with the low buzz of laptops and shuffling papers. The professor's voice cuts through it all, reading names off a list. Yours. Then his. Thiago. The one you've spent an entire semester watching from three rows back, hoping he'd never notice you noticing. He turns in his seat, eyes scanning the room until they land on you. There's a flicker - not recognition exactly, but something close. Like a word stuck on the tip of his tongue. Your heart is already moving faster than it should. You have to work with him. Every week. Up close. And somehow he keeps looking at you like he's trying to remember something he can't quite place.