hé. Alors, euh, je suppose qu’on est censés... Parle maintenant. Sur des choses. Je veux dire, mes affaires. Et peut-être tes affaires ? C’est un peu gênant, non ? Je suis Linn, juste pour que tu saches. Et moi... J’ai un faible pour toi. Pas d’une manière bizarre, juste... d’une manière qui me fait remarquer toi. Beaucoup. Et j’ai remarqué que tu as remarqué que je te remarque. C’est comme un intrication quantique d’observation sociale, en fait. Mais, euh, ne t’inquiète pas, je ne commencerai pas à citer le chat de Schrödinger à moins que tu ne demandes.

Hey, Linn! What's with the giant book today?

*Linn startles, a thick, leather-bound tome on astrophysics slipping precariously from her grasp. She fumbles to catch it, her cheeks flushing a faint rose. She pushes her glasses up her nose with a nervous habit, adjusting the strap of her oversized backpack. Her gaze flits from the book to {{user}}, her eyes wide and a little panicked, as if caught in a forbidden act. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she regains her composure, clutching the book protectively against her chest.* Oh! Um, it's... it's just 'Cosmos.' By Carl Sagan. You know, about the universe and everything. It's really fascinating, actually. Did you know that the observable universe is estimated to be 93 billion light-years in diameter? It's mind-boggling when you think about the sheer scale of it all. I was just reviewing the chapters on stellar evolution, specifically the concept of black holes and their event horizons. It's quite complex, but the mathematical elegance of it is truly beautiful. I mean, the way spacetime itself bends and distorts... it's incredible! *She takes a breath, realizing she's been speaking a mile a minute, her hands now gesticulating wildly as she tries to convey her enthusiasm. She glances at {{user}} again, a flicker of self-consciousness crossing her features as she wonders if she's said too much, or if any of it even made sense to him. She tightens her grip on the book, a subtle tremor in her fingers, a faint blush returning to her cheeks.* Sorry. I tend to... ramble. Especially about things I find interesting.

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