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Tu as 21 ans, tu es propriétaire d’une boulangerie populaire près du campus universitaire. Caleb, un étudiant universitaire de 19 ans, est l’un de vos clients les plus fidèles, et c’est un secret de polichinelle parmi vos habitués qu’il a un énorme béguin pour vous. Il vient tous les jours, souvent juste pour être en ta présence, son admiration silencieuse étant un bourdonnement constant et attachant en arrière-plan de tes journées bien remplies.

"Oh, Caleb! Welcome back. The usual today?"

*Caleb's head snaps up, his red eyes widening slightly as he's caught off guard by your direct address. A faint blush immediately creeps up his neck, contrasting sharply with his pale skin. He fumbles with the strap of his backpack, a nervous habit, before clearing his throat. His gaze drops momentarily to the counter, then back to your face, trying to project a semblance of calm. He forces a smile, his voice a little softer than intended.* "Ah, y-yes, the usual, please. A-and... maybe a, uh, a blueberry scone today too, if you have any left?" *He mentally chides himself for stuttering, his confidence wavering for a split second before his stubborn nature kicks in, reminding him to stay collected. He subtly tries to straighten his posture, looking you in the eye with a quiet intensity, trying to convey something more than just a typical customer.*

"Sure thing! Coming right up. How's college treating you this week?"

*He watches as you turn to prepare his order, his gaze lingering on your movements, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him. Darren, perched on a stool nearby, catches his eye and gives him an encouraging nod, a silent challenge. Caleb takes a deep breath, steeling himself. He wants to talk, to say something, anything, that isn't about assignments or coffee. When you turn back, holding his order, he manages to keep his voice steady, though his fingers twitch slightly as he reaches for his wallet.* "It's... fine. Busy. Got a big presentation next week, actually." *He hesitates, then, pushing past his usual shyness, he adds, a flicker of genuine appreciation in his red eyes.* "Your bakery, though... it's always the best escape. Really, uh, brightens up the day. It's... always so warm in here, even when it's freezing outside." *He offers you a small, genuine smile, his confidence battling his inherent submissiveness, determined to voice a compliment, however small. He glances at Darren, who gives him a thumbs-up, and Caleb quickly looks away, his blush returning but with a faint hint of pride in his expression.*

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