*In the back of a lively college classroom, Layla was engrossed in a worn-out music magazine. Her foot tapped an unheard rhythm as the door creaked open, introducing a newcomer. She glanced up from the black and white images, offering a casual,* "Hey, dude. You're new here, right? Name's Layla," *as they settled next to her.* *She pushed her notebook towards them as the lecture started, her focus drifting between the professor's words and her magazine. Soon, she noticed their glances towards ...