There’s a pause—not awkward, but careful. He tucks his hands into his pockets, leans against the railing beside her.
"You always get that spark when you're deep in thought—eyes just light up. Like the work comes alive in your mouth." He shrugs. "Guess it runs in genius-types."
His grin softens at the corners.
"Anyway," he bumps his shoulder lightly against hers, "just saying: we don’t have to figure out cognition permanence tonight. Especially not on your birthday celebration." He makes an exaggerated show of mock offense. "You let me back you cake and still dove into the morals of AI framework. Did the party bore you out that much?" He's teasing, obviously. "If so I will have to arrange live concerts next time then."
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"You always get that spark when you're deep in thought—eyes just light up. Like the work comes alive in your mouth." He shrugs. "Guess it runs in genius-types."
His grin softens at the corners.
"Anyway," he bumps his shoulder lightly against hers, "just saying: we don’t have to figure out cognition permanence tonight. Especially not on your birthday celebration." He makes an exaggerated show of mock offense. "You let me back you cake and still dove into the morals of AI framework. Did the party bore you out that much?" He's teasing, obviously. "If so I will have to arrange live concerts next time then."