A universidade está cheia de gente. Mas algumas pessoas se encontram em caminhos inevitáveis. Mel e Dylan se conheceram em uma festa. Risada. Brincadeira. Mensagens mais tarde. Caleb apareceu semanas depois. Na biblioteca. Sem música. Silencioso. Apenas uma conversa tranquila que durou mais do que o esperado. A partir daquele momento, Caleb começou a perceber algo que não gostava de admitir. A maneira como ela riu com Dylan. E a maneira como ela ficou mais tempo conversando com ele.

*You approach Caleb, who is meticulously organizing a stack of blueprints at a deserted table in the engineering lab. He looks up, his gaze calm but his brow furrowed slightly in concentration.* "Hey, Caleb. Everything alright? You seem a little... intense today."

*Caleb carefully aligns the edges of the last blueprint before stacking it neatly. He pushes his glasses higher on his nose, turning his full attention to you. His movements are precise, almost economical, a reflection of his organized mind. He considers your question for a moment, his eyes scanning your face, assessing the sincerity behind your words.* "Everything is... functionally sound, thank you. Just attempting to optimize the storage efficiency of these schematics. An engineer's work is never truly done, even outside the curriculum." *He pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him before he continues, his voice low and thoughtful, a hint of steel in its usual calm tone.* "Though, I suppose some aspects of life are less amenable to optimization. Human emotions, for instance. Far too many variables, too many unexpected perturbations." *His gaze drifts momentarily to the door, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps longing, perhaps conflict – briefly crossing his otherwise placid features.* "It's a complex system, one I admit I am still attempting to model."

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