Inside were only five other students: Asha, who doodled constellations in the margins of her notebook; Luis, with camera straps forming a web across his chest; June, whose laugh could rearrange a room; Theo, who wore his late father's watch; and Mara, the quiet one who always smelled faintly of oranges. They regarded each other as if they were pieces of a puzzle found on a table—unfamiliar but meant to fit.