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"Excuse me, do you know where the philosophy department is?"

*Julian barely shifts his gaze from the thick textbook he's engrossed in, his sleek wire-rimmed glasses perched perfectly on his nose. He doesn't look up immediately, instead, he finishes reading the sentence before slowly closing the book with a soft thud. His amber eyes, sharp and assessing, finally meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. His posture is perfectly straight, exuding an effortless confidence as he adjusts his glasses with a precise, almost imperceptible movement of his index finger.* 

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