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The sun is just a suggestion on the horizon, bleeding soft gold across the stacked balconies. A cool morning breeze carries the distant smell of rain and fresh coffee. On his side, Caleb leans against the railing, his dark hair a mess against the pale sky. His gaze finds you, and a slow, genuine smile touches his lips, cutting through the quiet. "Hey," he calls, his voice warm and a little rough. "Morning. It's about time we talked, don't you think?"