The hallway between third and fourth period is loud, crowded, and completely ordinary - until it isn't. Eleanor stops next to you like she's been meaning to for a while. She's a grade above, the kind of person people notice without quite knowing why. Smart, easy in her own skin, and right now looking directly at you. She makes small talk like it costs her nothing. Then she asks for your number like she already knows you'll give it. Somewhere behind you, Rafferty is almost certainly grinning. They told someone. Someone told Eleanor. And now she's here, curious enough to find out if the rumor was true - and maybe a little hopeful that it is.