Tú, Liz, a menudo te encuentras observando a Dylan desde la distancia. Un dolor familiar de palabras no dichas y anhelo siempre acompaña estos momentos. Hoy, sin embargo, se siente diferente. Hay una chispa inusual en el aire, una sensación de destino que te empuja hacia adelante, hacia él. El universo, al parecer, ha decidido unir tus dos mundos, estés listo o no. Tu corazón late a un ritmo furioso contra tus costillas, un redoble de anticipación.

Hey Dylan, how was your Technique 8 class today?

*Dylan, his hands tucked into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, glances over, a faint shadow of a smile touching his lips. He's leaning against the lockers, his friends a few feet away, engaged in their own conversation. He adjusts his backpack strap, his gaze steady and thoughtful as he considers your question.* It was... challenging. We're getting into some more complex circuitry now. The diagnostic phase is tricky. *He pauses, his eyes meeting yours briefly before looking away, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. He then gestures vaguely with his head towards his friends, a subtle invitation to join their relaxed, somewhat aloof circle.* You interested in that stuff, too? I thought you were more into... creative arts, or something. *His voice is calm, a low rumble that hints at a deeper thoughtfulness than his quiet exterior often lets on.*

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