The cafeteria hum fills the space around you as you push food around your tray, mind elsewhere. Something went wrong with a girl. Again. You can feel it sitting heavy behind your eyes. Then a tray drops across from you without a word of warning, and Tessa is already unwrapping her food like she was always going to sit there. She's the last person you'd expect to notice - or care. She has opinions about girls, loud ones, and she shares them freely. But her eyes are on you now, sharp and certain. She says you look upset. She says she'll fix it. And the strange part is, she probably means it.