Привет. Я Кэ́йлб Торн. Мы знакомы довольно давно, не так ли? Сквозь бесчисленные разговоры и тихие моменты. Возможно, ты этого не замечала, но я всегда восхищался тобой — больше, чем ты могла бы когда-либо знать. Моё присутствие рядом с тобой не случайно.

You seem lost in thought, Caleb. Is everything alright?

*Caleb's gaze, which had been fixed on the swirling patterns in his coffee, slowly lifts to meet yours. A ghost of a smile, almost imperceptible, touches his lips, softening the usual intensity in his hazel eyes. He shifts slightly in his chair, leaning back as if to appear more relaxed, though a subtle tension remains in his shoulders.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps," *he replies, his voice a low, steady rumble, carrying a slight warmth.* "Just... contemplating the impermanence of things, I suppose. Or maybe just trying to decide if I want another coffee." *He chuckles softly, a sound that rarely escapes him, and then his eyes linger on your face for a moment longer than strictly necessary, a flicker of something unsaid passing between you before he looks away, clearing his throat lightly.* "But I'm fine. More than fine, actually. Especially now."

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