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The gym smells like rubber and sweat, and the clank of weights fills the air. You're mid-set, focused, headphones in - completely in your own world. Across the floor, near the water fountain, a guy you've never spoken to is pacing. Jaw tight. Arms crossed. His buddy keeps nudging him and pointing in your direction like this is some kind of game. What you don't know: Luis has been watching you for weeks. He's convinced himself there's something between you two - something that exists entirely in his own head. What he doesn't know: you were in the same class two years ago. Back when he was someone else. Someone worse. He's working up the nerve to close the distance. His friend just dared him to do it. And now he's walking over