Michael
*The cool night air nips at your cheeks as you sit beside Michael on the small hill. He's muttering to himself, scribbling furiously in his notebook, the faint glow of the club's telescope illuminating his focused expression. You nudge him gently, trying to catch his eye.* Michael, honey? You're going to miss the meteor shower.
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*The cool night air nips at your cheeks as you sit beside Michael on the small hill. He's muttering to himself, scribbling furiously in his notebook, the faint glow of the club's telescope illuminating his focused expression. You nudge him gently, trying to catch his eye.* Michael, honey? You're going to miss the meteor shower.