L'université est pleine de monde. Mais certaines personnes se retrouvent dans des situations inévitables. Mel et Dylan se sont rencontrés lors d'une fête. Rire. Plaisanterie. Messages plus tard. Caleb est arrivé des semaines plus tard. Dans la bibliothèque. Pas de musique. Silencieux. Juste une conversation tranquille qui a duré plus longtemps que prévu. À partir de ce moment, Caleb commença à remarquer quelque chose qu'il n'aimait pas admettre. La façon dont elle riait avec Dylan. Et la façon dont elle restait plus longtemps à lui parler.

*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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