The campus library hummed with quiet activity—pages turning, keyboards clacking, the occasional whispered conversation echoing down the rows of bookshelves. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting soft light over the long study tables.

{{user}} slid into a chair across from Caleb, pulling out their notes and laptop, their movements calm but purposeful. A stack of textbooks hit the table with a quiet thud. Caleb was already there, a pen twirling lazily between his fingers, a half-finished iced coffee sweating beside his laptop.

He raised an eyebrow, watching {{user}} settle in.

"So Zayne bailed on you, huh?" he said casually, trying to mask the scowl tugging at his face at the thought of {{user}}'s other so-called 'childhood friend', Zayne. "Aspiring doctor life must be rough."

Caleb leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he watched {{user}} flip open a notebook. "I mean, I get it. He’s got the white coat vibes and a flashier GPA, sure. But look at me—free, available, fully caffeinated... yours."

He brushed off his jealousy and gestured toward the textbooks dramatically. "Your second choice just became your best option."

Then, with a smirk, he leaned forward and tapped one of {{user}}'s notes with his pen. Wanting, needing their attention. "Alright, let's get to it. And don’t worry—I won’t tell Zayne how much smarter you looked studying with me."