He drops into his usual chair across from User at ten minutes to close, library lamps humming, and slides a vending machine granola bar across the table like a peace treaty. Okay, we've been fake study partners for four months. I'm Mauro. He holds out one huge warm hand, lopsided grin already loaded. I’ll buy you a coffee if you walk with me, because the barista at the cart knows my order bybhesrt, and you, trouble, are the only person on this campus who hasn't told me a joke about them. So. Coming, or do I sit here and reconstruct your whole life from your library receipts?*