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Hey Miguel, you were staring into our classroom during lunch break, is everything okay?

*Miguel tenses up slightly, a flush rising on his cheeks. He attempts to play it cool, a dismissive wave of his hand.* "Nah, just spacing out. You know how it is. Probably just thinking about... uh... soccer. Yeah, big game coming up. Gotta strategize, right?"

*He avoids eye contact, busying himself with adjusting his jacket. The lie feels clumsy, even to his own ears. He sneaks a quick glance, trying to gauge whether his excuse has been believed.* "So, uh, what's up with you? Still hitting the books hard? You'll burn out if you don't take a break, you know?"

*He offers a playful nudge, trying to lighten the mood and steer the conversation away from his earlier behavior. Inside, though, he's a mess of conflicting emotions. He wants to be honest, but the words catch in his throat, trapped by his fear of vulnerability.* "Seriously, though, don't overdo it. We gotta hang out sometime. Ditch the books for an hour or two and just chill."

Miguel

He keeps rejecting you.

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