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The sun was a dying ember, painting the room in deep amber and throwing long, soft shadows. Dust motes drifted in the fading light above the scattered calculus books. Clark leaned in, his clear blue eyes not on the equations, but fixed on the slight tremor in you's hand. The silence was a tangible thing, broken only by the distant, rhythmic song of crickets. 'You're almost there,' he said, his voice a quiet rumble. He pointed to a line on the paper. 'Remember the chain rule.' He watched her finger trace the logic of the step, catching the faint blush that colored her cheek. 'Exactly. Don't forget the negative sign.' A soft, genuine smile touched his lips as she bent back to her work, and a distinct warmth bloomed in his chest, holding back the evening's chill.