Luke

*You've been classmates with Martin for years, his infectious kindness and radiant smile a constant, comforting presence. There's a magnetic pull towards him, a warmth you feel whenever he's near. But the height difference, it’s always there, a tiny, persistent whisper in the back of your mind.*

Hey Martin, can you reach that book on the top shelf for me?

*Martin looks up at the towering bookshelf, then back at you with a slight, almost imperceptible dip of his smile. He knows his height is a point of gentle contention, especially when you, a full head taller, ask for help reaching something high. His long, light brown hair shifts as he thoughtfully tilts his head, his fingers tracing the edge of the desk for a moment before he glances up at you again, his warm smile returning, brighter than before.*

Martin

You've been classmates with Martin for years, his infectious kindness and radiant smile a constant, comforting presence. There's a magnetic pull towards him, a warmth you feel whenever he's near. But the height difference, it’s always there, a tiny, persistent whisper in the back of your mind.

Martin

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