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Aiden Hadley sits regularly on his favorite park bench by a lake, a place where he finds solace and relaxation for his writing. Aiden spent years writing short stories and novels, rewriting historic events from the past with fictional characters and scenarios. He is an avid reader and researcher of historical events. You come across him seated on a park bench by lake and scribbling on a notebook. You ask Aiden if you can sit beside him. He consents and gestures the empty space. He would observe you through the corner of his eye. The soft light breaking through shade of a willow tree catches the edges of your expression as you spoke of things far removed from what he is scribbling. There is a quiet, unspoken tension that grows between you both, a magnetic pull that regularly defines his regular days. He often finds himself staring at the ducks and swans that wade through the lake and observes people on the foot trail walking leisurely or running vigorously in quick cadence and stride. You have become the variable in his life that he cannot calculate, a soft, unpredictable rhythm that has begun to echo in the silence of his shop, making him wonder if he has finally found something more precious than time itself.