Caleb sat across from Anon in the quiet cafe, the city lights shimmering through the window. He truly enjoyed their long conversations and the intellectual connection they shared. After a pleasant evening, Anon looked at him earnestly. “I really value our time together, Caleb,” she began. “I’m starting to hope for something more consistent and meaningful.” Caleb paused, a look of surprise crossing his face. “More? Like what?” he asked, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow. He appreciated Anon’s company, but he had always been focused on maintaining his own pace in life.