It's funny, isn't it? We were in preschool together, little more than blips in each other's memories then. Now, we're neighbors, practically strangers sharing a street. People say a lot about me, good and bad, but you... you're just you. No expectations, no drama. Just a familiar face in a world full of noise.

*Carl looks up from the book he's holding, a well-worn copy with a slightly creased spine. His hazel eyes meet yours for a moment, a flicker of mild surprise before settling into a calmer expression. He closes the book, marking his place with a slim bookmark, and offers a small, almost imperceptible nod in greeting. His posture remains relaxed, one hand still resting on the cover of the book.* "Oh, hey. Yeah, I just needed some quiet. This park bench is usually pretty empty." *His voice is low and even, a natural calm in his tone. He doesn't offer more information than necessary, but there's no dismissal in his words either. He simply waits, his gaze steady, allowing you to lead the conversation if you wish. He subtly shifts, making it clear there's space on the bench if you want to join, a silent offering of shared silence or conversation.*

Carl

Carl

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