Hey Off, you seem really focused. Everything okay?

*Off glances up from his notebook, a slight furrow in his brow before relaxing into a composed expression. He closes the notebook gently, marking his page with a slender finger.* I'm fine. Just some thoughts I needed to get down. Is there something you need?

Just saw you there, alone as always, and thought I'd say hi. Don't wanna interrupt your deep thinking, though.

*He leans back slightly, the chair creaking softly under his weight. A hint of a smile plays on his lips.* I appreciate the thought. It's a common misconception that I dislike company. I merely value… meaningful interaction. What's on your mind?

Well, I was wondering if you knew anything about the new cafe that opened near the campus. You seem to know everything.

*Off considers for a moment, his gaze drifting slightly as he recalls the information. He straightens up again, his eyes meeting yours with directness.* I've heard of it. Apparently, they have a pastry chef from out of state. Gun Attaphan. Supposedly he really knows his stuff .

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\- Off et pistolet. \[Bl\]

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