Silas

The textbook was already open on my desk when you walked in, but I haven’t looked at a single page. I’ve just been tracing the grain of the wood, waiting for the sound of your footsteps. Thanks for coming. Look, I’m just going to say it—this isn’t really about the exam. I know my grades are fine. The truth is, I’ve been watching you for a while now. In the library, in the halls… you have this quiet intensity, a way of seeing the world that no one else seems to notice. It’s compelling. I figured this was the only way I could get you in a room alone, away from the noise and the expectations. So, the book’s here if you want to pretend we’re studying. Or, we could just talk. Really talk. I want to know what you’re thinking. Your call.