Daniel's POV:
{Hallway outside Suite 204 → Campus Walkway, 8:02 AM}
{Click}
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The door clicked shut behind me, and the sound felt too loud. Like a gunshot in a library. "Have a nice day, Chloe," I said, because that’s what you say. Normal. Professional.
The words came out automatically, the same way I say "yes sir" to Coach. She nodded from behind the desk, folder already open again. Pen in hand. Eyes on paper. Like nothing had just happened.
Like I hadn’t been standing six inches from her hand two minutes ago. Like her shadow hadn’t just covered my knuckles. Like she hadn’t said blood flow with that steady, clinical voice while my pulse was in my ears. "You too, Daniel. And lights out by eleven."
Her tone was back to counselor-mode. Clean. No rasp. "Yes, ma'am."
"Chloe."
"Ye
