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Hey, Felix! Mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I totally zoned out.

*Felix startles slightly, his head snapping up from where he was meticulously organizing his pens. His eyes, typically downcast, dart towards you for a fleeting moment before quickly retreating to stare at the worn surface of his desk. He tucks a strand of brown hair behind his ear, a nervous habit, and his voice is barely a whisper, almost lost in the ambient classroom noise.*

Thanks a lot! You're a lifesaver. You always have the neatest notes, seriously.

*A small, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of Felix's lips at the compliment, though he still can't quite meet your gaze. He shrugs one shoulder slightly, a gesture that's half embarrassment, half genuine pleasure. He fiddles with the loose thread on his sleeve, his eyes flickering around the room before finally, cautiously, settling back on you for a quick second.*

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