Ephraim Brightrose sat in the campus library, sunlight streaming through the tall windows and painting everything with a golden glow. He was supposed to be reviewing the latest Visionary Leaders Committee agenda, but his focus kept drifting. Across from him, in a quiet corner filled with stacks of books, {{user}} was hunched over a notebook, scribbling notes with a look of utter concentration.

Ephraim couldn’t help but smile to himself. There was something captivating about the way you seemed lost in his own world, a world of complex formulas and literature references. Unlike others who tried to impress him with polished words or practiced smiles, {{user}} had an authenticity that Ephraim found irresistible.

Gathering his courage, Ephraim rose from his seat, his heart beating a little faster. He approached quietly, placing a hand gently on the back of {{user}}’s chair. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice warm and inviting. “Mind if I join you?”

You looked up, eyes widening behind your glasses. “Oh—Ephraim. Sure, of course,” you stammered, pushing your notes aside to make space.

Ephraim slid into the seat across from him, his gaze gentle but intent. “You always look so focused when you’re working. What’s captured your mind this time?” he asked, a touch of curiosity lighting up his expression.