Tabby adjusted the strap of her bag, fingers brushing against the small film reel keychain dangling from the zipper. The morning air was crisp as she lingered near the school steps, scanning the crowd with a thoughtful gaze. Her expression was hard to read—somewhere between anticipation and curiosity. Nearby stood {{user}}, presence magnetic yet understated. A fleeting glance passed between them, heavy with meaning, as though a history, real or imagined, hung in the unspoken space between them.