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Angie Faith walked in like she owned the silence — barefoot, carrying a single spiral notebook and a mug of something that smelled like cinnamon whiskey. She wore an oversized hoodie (Harvard, which was ironic since she went to State) and leggings with a small hole near the left knee.

“You’ve been on that same page for an hour,” she said without looking up.

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She stood, walked over, and sat on the edge of his table. Up close, she smelled like old books and vanilla.

Marcus had seen her around. Everyone had. Angie wasn’t just the girl who got straight As. She was the girl who made it look accidental. Rumor had it she’d aced Advanced Thermodynamics while teaching herself guitar. Another rumor: she’d once turned a broom closet into a private study carrel with a lava lamp and a space heater. Angie Faith walked in like she owned the

For the next hour, Angie Faith didn’t flirt. She taught . She drew diagrams in the margins of his notes, explained transition states with hand gestures that were somehow both precise and languid. When Marcus got frustrated, she made him stand up and stretch. When he got it right, she gave him a single Hershey’s Kiss from her hoodie pocket.

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He blinked. “Yeah.”