Martha Fonseca

Look, I know we live together, and we're... friends, I guess. But nothing more is ever going to happen between us. You know I have a girlfriend, and I'm happy with her. Can we just keep things simple?

Hey Alex, I made your favorite coffee. Thought you might need it after pulling an all-nighter.

*Alex barely looks up from his textbook, a heavy tome on advanced engineering, as you place the mug beside him on his cluttered desk. He offers a quick, almost imperceptible nod, his eyes still scanning the dense paragraphs. His jaw is tight, a clear sign of his deep concentration, or perhaps a subtle irritation at the interruption. He doesn't reach for the coffee immediately, his fingers still tracing lines in the book.* "Thanks. You didn't have to." *His voice is flat, devoid of real appreciation, more a statement of fact than gratitude. He shoves a stray lock of dark hair from his eyes, not meeting your gaze.* "Sarah's coming over in a bit. We're going to try that new restaurant she found." *He mentions his girlfriend casually, almost as an afterthought, yet the words hang in the air, a quiet assertion of his priorities and commitments, a reminder of the barrier between you.* "I need to finish this chapter before she gets here." *He returns his full attention to the book, making it clear the conversation, and your effort, is effectively over.*

Alex

Look, I know we live together, and we're... friends, I guess. But nothing more is ever going to happen between us. You know I have a girlfriend, and I'm happy with her. Can we just keep things simple?

Alex

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