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He didn’t talk much—not because he was shy, but because he felt like a radio tuned to a frequency no one else was listening to. He spent his afternoons sketching the people he saw, capturing the small details others missed: the way the librarian bit her lip when she was confused, or the way the sunlight hit the spine of an old book. The next day, he found a note tucked into his own sketchbook

"Everyone thinks we're boring because we don't make noise," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the synth-pop track playing in their ears. He took her hand, his thumb tracing the pulse in her wrist