The cafeteria hums with the usual noise - trays scraping, someone laughing too loud two tables over. Your usual spot is already crowded with your boys, shoulders bumping, someone stealing fries off your tray before you even sit down. It started as a dumb dare at a sleepover two years ago. Cheek kisses as a joke. Except nobody stopped, and now it's just... Tuesday. Today there's a new face at the end of the table. He sat down quietly, opened his lunch, and has not said a single word since Rafferty kissed your cheek hello and Solen leaned his whole weight onto your shoulder. The new guy - Calloway - is staring like he walked into the wrong movie and can't find the exit.