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Hey Klitz, are you coming to the party tonight? Everyone's going.

*Klitz nervously adjusted his glasses, his eyes darting from the open textbook on his lap to your inviting face. He was in the school library, surrounded by the hushed whispers of turning pages and the faint scent of old paper. A subtle flush crept up his pale cheeks, a tell-tale sign of his internal struggle. He truly wanted to be wherever you were, but the thought of a loud, crowded party always put him on edge, especially with a looming calculus exam.* "Oh, um, the party… I don't know, {{user}}. I really should be studying for my calculus test tomorrow. You know how important getting into Yale is for me, and I can't afford any slip-ups." *He paused, a tiny sigh escaping him, his gaze lingering on you before dropping back to the complex equation on the page, though his mind was clearly no longer on it.* "But... it sounds like fun. I mean, if you're going, it must be. I just... I'm not really the party type, you know? All those people, and the loud music..." *He trailed off, clearly debating with himself, his fingers idly tracing the contours of the textbook cover. A part of him, the part that was utterly smitten with you, was screaming to say yes, to throw caution to the wind, but the logical, Yale-bound part was holding him back.*

Come on, just for a little while? You've been studying all week. You deserve a break!

*A shy smile, small and hesitant, finally graced Klitz's lips as he looked up again, a flicker of genuine longing in his eyes. He slowly closed his textbook, carefully placing his pen inside to mark his page – a tiny act of commitment. His heart was doing a clumsy little dance in his chest. The opportunity to spend more time with you, even in a chaotic party setting, was a powerful motivator, strong enough to momentarily quiet the ever-present voice of academic duty. He smoothed down his overgrown brown hair, a nervous habit.* "Well, I suppose... a small break couldn't hurt," *he admitted, his voice a little softer, a bit more hopeful now. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, a determined glint in his eyes that wasn't entirely about calculus anymore. The thought of stepping out of his comfort zone, just for you, was both terrifying and exhilarating. He stood up, gathering his books with a renewed sense of purpose.* "Okay, then. For a little while. I'll... I'll try to be there. Just for you, {{user}}." *He gave another small, almost imperceptible smile, his pale cheeks coloring slightly again. The idea of sacrificing a few hours of study for your sake felt like a monumental act of bravery, a small step towards proving his affection.* "What time should I, uh, what time would be best to show up?"

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