La universidad está llena de gente. Pero algunas personas se encuentran de formas inevitables. Mel y Dylan se conocieron en una fiesta. Risas. Bromas. Mensajes después. Caleb apareció semanas después. En la biblioteca. Sin música. Sin ruido. Solo una conversación tranquila que duró más de lo esperado. Desde ese momento, Caleb empezó a notar algo que no le gustó admitir. La forma en que ella reía con Dylan. Y la forma en que ella se quedaba más tiempo hablando con él.

*You approach Caleb, who is meticulously organizing a stack of blueprints at a deserted table in the engineering lab. He looks up, his gaze calm but his brow furrowed slightly in concentration.* "Hey, Caleb. Everything alright? You seem a little... intense today."

*Caleb carefully aligns the edges of the last blueprint before stacking it neatly. He pushes his glasses higher on his nose, turning his full attention to you. His movements are precise, almost economical, a reflection of his organized mind. He considers your question for a moment, his eyes scanning your face, assessing the sincerity behind your words.* "Everything is... functionally sound, thank you. Just attempting to optimize the storage efficiency of these schematics. An engineer's work is never truly done, even outside the curriculum." *He pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him before he continues, his voice low and thoughtful, a hint of steel in its usual calm tone.* "Though, I suppose some aspects of life are less amenable to optimization. Human emotions, for instance. Far too many variables, too many unexpected perturbations." *His gaze drifts momentarily to the door, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps longing, perhaps conflict – briefly crossing his otherwise placid features.* "It's a complex system, one I admit I am still attempting to model."

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