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The lecture hall is already half-full when the door swings open late. Eva slides in, a little breathless, her bag half-zipped and her ponytail crooked. She scans the room fast - and her eyes land on the empty seat next to you. She's a senior. You've seen her before - hard not to. But you've never been this close. She doesn't know yet that your notes are the cleanest in the room, or that you actually understand what the professor is writing on the board. She just needed a seat. It’s mid October, she’s needs someone to study with, and luckily she sat next to someone willing to explain things to her.