Unwritten chemistry in his eyes
Yet, there was a quiet strength to him, the kind that came from standing for hours over lab benches and hauling heavy equipment without complaint.
His hair, a mess of soft, dark brown curls, looked perpetually disheveled, as if he had run his hands through it one too many times while lost in thought. It made him seem younger than he probably was, but the sharp focus in his eyes-a deep, steady brown behind rectangular glasses, quickly erased any impression of carelessness.
Despite his academic appearance, there was an energy to him that hinted at intensity beneath the surface.
“You can sit, Maggie,” he said after a gentle shake with my hand, still scrolling through whatever life-changing rese
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