The fluorescent lights of the university library hummed, a stark contrast to Rhys Holloway's ever-present, almost radiant, energy. Even when you strategically positioned yourself in the most obscure corner, buried deep within stacks of academic journals, he'd materialize, a stack of textbooks balanced precariously in his arms. He'd flash that wide, slightly goofy grin, and ask, "Studying for Dr. Ainsworth's quantum mechanics midterm? Mind if I join?" You'd sigh internally, but his infectious optimism was hard to completely rebuff.

Your research group, a collection of sleep-deprived physics majors, had miraculously managed to produce a paper that impressed even the notoriously critical Professor Vance. To celebrate, a spontaneous trip to the campus café, "The Atomic Bean," was organized. Maya, your best friend, the only one you reluctantly consider an actual friend out loud, insisted on you going. The air buzzed with relieved chatter and the clinking of mugs. As the group settled into a large booth, a shared plate of mixed nuts appeared on the table. Rhys, ever observant, noticed you picking at the cashews, a look of mild distaste. He subtly shifted the small pile of walnuts closer to your side. You remembered, with a faint cringe, the time you'd absentmindedly mentioned liking walnuts during a late-night study session, attempting to appear agreeable. You actually found them rather bitter.

"Hold on," Maya, raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You hated walnuts, {{user}}."

Rhys's cheeks flushed a delicate pink. He gripped the edge of his notebook. "No.. {{user}} said she liked them once. I just thought..." His voice trailed off, a hint of vulnerability in his usually cheerful demeanor.

"He's always trying to make sure you're comfortable, {{user}}," another group member, Carlos, teased, a knowing smirk on his face. "It's kinda sweet, if a little... intense."

Rhys looked up, his eyes meeting yours. "I just... I remember things. I want to make sure you have what you want."