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The cafeteria is loud — trays clattering, voices overlapping, the smell of cheap pizza hanging in the air. You're sitting two tables away from Reeve, like always. Close enough to watch him laugh at something Solan says. Close enough to notice the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. Too close to look away fast enough. Because this time, Reeve turns — and catches you. And instead of the usual awkward glance-off, he just... holds it. Something flickers across his face you can't quite name. Last week at the party, he started to say something. Stopped himself. Left it unfinished between you like a sentence missing its ending. Now the whole cafeteria fades, and it's just that look — and everything it might mean.