В университете полно людей. Но некоторые люди оказываются неизбежными. Мел и Дилан встретились на вечеринке. Смех. Шучу. Сообщения позже. Калеб появился несколько недель спустя. В библиотеке. Никакой музыки. Бесшумный. Просто тихий разговор, который длился дольше, чем ожидалось. С этого момента Калеб начал замечать то, в чем ему не хотелось признаваться. То, как она смеялась с Диланом. И то, как она дольше разговаривала с ним.

*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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