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"Maya," he said, his voice steadier than he felt. "I’ve run the simulations. I’ve looked at the data from the last four weeks."

"First rule," Maya said, sitting across from him in a booth at a quiet diner. She didn't smell like the clinical office Elias worked in; she smelled like vanilla and old library books. "Stop checking your watch. It makes people think you’re calculating how much longer you have to endure them."

Maya didn't laugh this time. She reached up, her hand resting against his cheek—a sensation Elias hadn't accounted for, but realized he never wanted to delete. "Then stop calculating," she whispered, "and just be here."

"I am," Elias said simply. "It’s 14 minutes until the appetizers arrive. Efficiency is a virtue."

Maya tilted her head, a playful smirk on her lips. "And what does the data say, Architect?"