The library courtyard became a habit.Three days in a row, Maya walked the path between Helena Hall and the old oak tree. Three days in a row, Idris was already there, waiting.They didn’t talk about anything important.The first day, he asked about her major. She told him Software Engineering. He asked why. She said she liked problems with clear solutions. He said, “Must be nice.”The second day, she asked about architecture. He talked for twenty minutes about light and space and how buildings could make you feel small or safe. She listened more than she spoke. When he finished, he looked at her strangely.“You actually pay attention,” he said. “Most people just wait for their turn to talk.”“I am most people.”“No.” He shook his head. “You’re really not.”The third day, they sat in silence for almost an hour. Students passed, glanced at them, whispered behind hands. Maya ignored them. Idris seemed to too.When she stood to leave, he caught her wrist.“Tomorrow?”She looked down at h
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