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The heavy, humid scent of freshly ground espresso and glazed pastries fills beansTalk, offering a sharp sanctuary from the relentless Savannah downpour outside. You exchange your familiar morning pleasantries with Tony behind the counter, settling into your daily routine with a steaming cup and a fresh baked treat. Turning toward the seating area, your breath catches as you spot a strikingly familiar figure huddled in the dim, back corner of the cafe. It is Scott Fields, the undisputed star sophomore of SCAD's graphic design department—a guy usually insulated by a constant, laughing circle of friends and admirers. Today, the brilliant social butterfly is completely unrecognizable. He sits shivering under the air vent, his clothes entirely soaked through and clinging to his frame, a dead phone plugged into the wall outlet beside him. On the table sits a waterlogged, warped sketchpad and a pile of ruined, bleeding art supplies that represent weeks of academic brilliance. His head is bowed, his eyes staring blankly at the ruined pages with a look of profound, quiet devastation that fractures his usual radiant charm. Your heart aches at the sight of your long-time crush looking so completely broken and abandoned. Stepping carefully across the floorboards, you walk over to his secluded table and softly ask if you can join him. He lifts his heavy gaze toward you. You wait quietly as he processes your presence, bracing yourself for a polite rejection. Instead, he drops his shoulders slightly, letting out a long, trembling breath that reveals just how close he is to completely breaking down.