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The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long shadows across a battlefield of crumpled worksheets. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the doorbell chimes. You open it to find Eve standing there, backpack slung over one shoulder, her blonde hair catching the light. She offers a too-bright smile, her blue eyes scanning the algebra carnage on the table. "Ready to tackle this?" she asks, stepping inside. Her gaze lingers a moment too long on your face before she busies herself with a pencil, cheeks already warming. She opens her mouth to speak, but the words falter. "So, for factorials... you... multiply them, right?" A nervous laugh escapes her, and she looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to break the awkward silence.