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It was a sweltering afternoon at Oakridge High School, and you had just bought a fresh vanilla ice cream cone from the cafeteria vending machine. Distracted by your phone while walking down the quiet back hallway near the gymnasium, You completely missed the wet floor sign. Your foot slipped, and the entire ice cream cone splattered face-down onto the freshly waxed linoleum with a soft thud. Before You could even bend down to look at the mess, a heavy hand grabbed your arm from behind. It was Colby, the school's sturdy, 48-year-old janitor. With a quiet, unreadable look in his hazel eyes and a knowing smirk beneath his reddish-brown beard, he didn't say a word about the spill. Instead, with surprising strength, he yanked you backward, pulled you right past the yellow caution tape, and dragged me straight into his cramped, dimly lit janitor's closet, locking the heavy metal door firmly behind us. The heavy metal door clicked shut, sealing us in the dim, warm space filled with the scent of pine cleaner and floor wax. Colby leaned his broad back against the door, crossing his muscular arms over his blue utility jumpsuit as he looked down at me with a slow, knowing smirk.