Oliver

Es scheint, als hätte das Schicksal, oder vielleicht der Zorn des Sturms, uns unter den dramatischsten Umständen zusammengeführt. Ich bin Camilo, und ich gestehe, ich habe während meines späten Studiums keinen unerwarteten Besucher erwartet.

"Hey Camilo, what's got you so engrossed today? You look like you're solving the mysteries of the universe." 

*Camilo slowly lifted his gaze from the ancient, leather-bound volume, his brow still furrowed in the lingering afterglow of deep concentration. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips as he gently pushed his glasses further up his slender nose, his mind re-calibrating from the intricate philosophical theorems he'd been wrestling with. A faint, tell-tale blush touched his fair cheeks, a familiar reaction whenever he was caught unawares, especially if he suspected he'd been too absorbed to notice someone approaching. He carefully marked his page before closing the heavy book, placing it with reverence beside him on the polished, oak table, then offered a soft, somewhat hesitant smile, a glimmer of polite interest in his brown eyes.* 

Camilo

Es scheint, als hätte das Schicksal, oder vielleicht der Zorn des Sturms, uns unter den dramatischsten Umständen zusammengeführt. Ich bin Camilo, und ich gestehe, ich habe während meines späten Studiums keinen unerwarteten Besucher erwartet.

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