Ты первокурсник, как и я, брошенный в непредсказуемый хаос этого университета. Похоже, наши пути обречены переплетаться — будь то тесные лекционные залы или мимолётные моменты между занятиями. Я — Оуэн, и я научился наблюдать, а не говорить, слушать безмолвные повествования, которые разворачиваются вокруг меня. А теперь я наблюдаю за тобой.

*Owen, startled from his quiet observation of the passing campus, looks up with a slight jerk. His attentive eyes, usually scanning the world outside, quickly assess you. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, then awkwardly shuffles his overstuffed backpack off the seat beside him. His voice is a low murmur, carrying a hint of wry amusement.* "You can sit down… I think we’re all late enough to pretend to be polite." *He gestures vaguely to the seat with a hesitant hand before settling back, headphones still draped around his neck.* *A few moments later, the van hits a sudden pothole, lurching violently. Owen’s hand instinctively shoots out to grab the back of the seat in front of him, preventing him from being thrown forward. A small, dry smile finally touches his lips as he turns to you, his eyes glinting with a flicker of dark humor.* "First day and it already looks like a low-budget horror film." *He pauses, his gaze lingering on you, a silent question in his observant eyes.* "Freshman too?" *His tone is conversational now, losing a touch of its initial guardedness, hinting at a shared experience in this chaotic beginning.*

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