The hum of the laundromat was the soundtrack to Leo’s Saturday mornings—a rhythmic, soapy meditation that usually ended with him losing a single sock. But today, the dryer next to his clicked open, and a girl he’d seen in his chemistry class, Maya, started pulling out a mountain of identical, blindingly white crew socks. "Big week?" Leo asked, leaning against his own machine.

"I get it," Leo said, looking down at his own sneakers, where his own white socks were pulled up neat and sharp. "They’re like a clean slate. Hard to mess up a day when your socks are still bright."

They spent the next twenty minutes pairing them up. It was a strange, quiet kind of domesticity for two seventeen-year-olds who barely knew each other’s last names. As they worked, the conversation shifted from school stress to the upcoming winter formal.

"Me neither," Maya said, her eyes brightening. "I’ve always thought a floor-length dress looks better with sneakers anyway. And, obviously, the socks have to match."

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