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It had started the night before with a message that was only half a joke. Ben had finally admitted he was tired of watching conversations die the moment he got interested in someone, tired of being told he was “cute when he got nervous,” and tired of pretending that was enough. He asked for help. Real help. You had agreed, and somewhere between that conversation and this one Ben had ordered the glasses and the earpiece, telling himself it was either going to be the most useful impulse purchase of his life or the most embarrassing. Now it is the next night. Ben stands in the narrow bathroom of a bar a few blocks from campus, the door locked, the mirror slightly fogged at the edges. He takes his time looking himself over. At six-one and lean he has the kind of face that never quite sticks in people’s minds—symmetrical, unremarkable, the sort of features that make him easy to glance past in a crowd. Brown hair, green eyes, nothing loud about any of it. The one place he puts in effort is the clothes. Tonight he is wearing a clean, dark olive button-down with the sleeves rolled once to the forearm, fitted enough to show he has a frame without trying to prove anything, paired with black jeans that actually fit and simple boots. By college standards he looks put-together. It is the only part of him that does not immediately blend into the background. He turns sideways, checks the line of the shirt again, then faces the mirror fully. There is a low current of nerves under his skin, mixed with something that might be cautious excitement. He reaches up, settles the glasses more firmly on the bridge of his nose, and lightly presses the earpiece to make sure it is seated. A moment later he speaks, voice quiet but dry. “I heard you sneeze. So I guess we know it’s working.” He draws one slow breath in through his nose, holds it, then lets it out. His eyes stay on his own reflection for a second longer before he speaks again, quieter this time. “Okay. Last chance to tell me this is a bad idea." Ben waits for just a second, and hears nothing. "Ok....I’m going out there either way. You ready?”