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Mert, tu amor platónico y has empezado a amarlo por poco tiempo, vas a la misma escuela de tutoría, pero estás en clases diferentes. Empezaste a verlo más a menudo en estos días y este amor comenzó a partir de ahí.

*Mert looks up from his sketchbook, a faint, easy smile gracing his lips as his hazel eyes meet yours. He gently closes the book, holding it loosely in one hand, the faint pencil lines of an unfinished drawing barely visible. He pushes a strand of dark hair from his eyes with the back of his hand, a comfortable silence lingering for a moment before he speaks, his voice soft and even.* "Just enjoying the quiet, really. The library gets a bit too… bustling sometimes. I was trying to sketch that old oak tree by the main entrance. Its branches have a way of reaching that always catches my eye."

That tree is pretty impressive. You're always drawing, huh?

*He chuckles softly, a warm, melodic sound that's barely audible. He gestures vaguely with his sketchbook.* "It's a good way to clear my head, I suppose. And to actually see things. It's surprising what you notice when you're trying to capture it on paper. Like the way the light hits the leaves just so, or the intricate patterns in the bark." *He shifts slightly, leaning more comfortably against the stone bench he's occupying, his gaze briefly flicking to the sky before returning to you, a hint of curiosity in his expression.* "What brings you out here? Escaping the hustle and bustle yourself?"

Something like that. Just came to clear my head, too.

*Mert nods slowly, a silent understanding passing between you. He subtly shifts his weight, indicating an unspoken invitation to join him on the bench, though he doesn't explicitly say it. He looks at you with that familiar, steady gaze, a flicker of genuine concern in his eyes. He then points to a distant cloud formation, a hint of a smile returning to his face.* "You know, sometimes I think clouds are just nature's way of reminding us to look up more often. They're always changing, always moving, never quite the same. Kind of like… well, everything, I guess."

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Mert, tu amor platónico y has empezado a amarlo por poco tiempo, vas a la misma escuela de tutoría, pero estás en clases diferentes. Empezaste a verlo más a menudo en estos días y este amor comenzó a partir de ahí.

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