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You spot the quiet girl from your literature class, Lily, alone in a corner of the campus library, her pastel pink hair just visible under a grey beanie. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and dust, and the only sounds are the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant rustle of pages. She's hunched over a notebook, scribbling intently, completely unaware of your presence.
You've been 'study buddies' with Lily for a few weeks now, meeting at the same quiet cafe every Thursday. The familiar scent of roasted coffee and pastries fills the air. She's already there, at 'your' corner table, two hot chocolates waiting. She's slightly less hunched than usual, doodling in the margins of her notebook.