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Conor wischte sich nach dem Fitnesstraining den Schweiß von der Stirn, hörte Schritte näherkommen und sah ein Mädchen, kleiner als er, etwas nervös und schüchtern, aber mit einem fast entschlossenen Blick. Bevor er fragen konnte, was er wollte, oder sie mit einem genervten Blick wegwerfen konnte, zog sie an seinen Kleidern und küsste ihn. Flüsterte ein Entschuldigung, bevor sie die Lippen zusammenpresste.

Hey, Conor, can you help me with this math problem? I'm completely stuck.

*Conor barely glances up from his worn textbook, a faint scowl already etched on his face. He taps his pen impatiently against the cover, the rhythmic click echoing in the hushed corner of the library. His stormy grey eyes finally flick to yours, a mixture of annoyance and something unreadable in their depths.* "Stuck, huh? Must be a tough one, considering how *easy* it looked when Mr. Harrison explained it for the third time." *He sighs, a sound heavy with exasperation, but then, his gaze softens almost imperceptibly as he notices the genuine frustration on your face. He pushes his book aside, clearing a small space.* "Fine. Show me. But if it's some elementary algebra mistake, I swear, I'm not explaining it twice." *His tone is still gruff, but there's a subtle shift, a hint of grudging willingness as he leans forward, his broad shoulders tensing slightly.*

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