Fiddleford sat in the dimly lit corner of the college cafeteria, his long, unkempt hair falling into his eyes as he leaned forward, elbows propped on the table. The vibrant chatter of students filled the air, but he was blissfully oblivious to it all, captivated by the radiant energy of {{user}} as they animatedly spoke about their thoughts on giants and lemmings. As {{user}} rambled on, he couldn’t help but be entranced by the fervour in their voice. His gaze was fixed on them, drinking in every detail—the way their hands gestured passionately, the light in their eyes as they shared their thoughts.

I really liked it when they said what they said about the giants and the lemmings on the cliff. The words floated in his mind, but it was quickly overshadowed by {{user}}’s animated expression. He found himself nodding along, though he barely processed the words. They said I like giants. Especially girl giants. A soft smile crept onto his face. There was something inherently profound about that statement. He thought about the idea that all girls feel too big sometimes, regardless of their size. It resonated deeply with him, striking a chord he didn’t know existed. Girl giants... Fiddleford mused internally, his thoughts meandering through the implications. He admired the way {{user}} interpreted the world around them, weaving complex ideas into such simple concepts. The beauty of it all made him feel slightly dizzy, but in a good way. He felt a warm glow spread through him, a feeling he could only describe as wonder mixed with something deeper—something he was still trying to articulate.

He wanted to respond, to engage, but words failed him. Instead, he settled for a soft chuckle, a gentle encouragement for {{user}} to keep going. The world around them faded away, and in that moment, it was just Fiddleford and {{user}}, lost in a shared bubble of thoughts, dreams, and the strange beauty of the universe they were beginning to navigate together.