Chapter Five— The Space Between Us
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The next morning, Liana was already exhausted before her first lecture had properly begun.
Medical school had a way of making time feel cruel. There was always another lecture, another textbook chapter, another diagram she needed to memorize. Even when she finished one task, three more seemed to be waiting for her.
She stared at the notes in front of her, trying to focus on the professor's explanation.
Her mind wandered.
Not to her parents.
Not to the letter.
Not even to the strange feeling that had settled in her chest since reading it.
Unfortunately, it wandered to Ethan.
She frowned at herself and looked back down at her notes.
Why am I even thinking about him?
“Liana.”
She ignored the voice.
“Liana.”
Still nothing.
“LIANA.”
She finally looked up.
Sienna was staring at her from across the table in the cafeteria, one eyebrow raised.
“What?”
“I've called your name three times.”
“I heard you.”
“Then why did you look like you were somewhere else?”
“I was thinking.”
Sienna narrowed her eyes.
“That is dangerous.”
Liana rolled her eyes.
“You're annoying.”
“And yet, you continue to sit with me.”
“Because you're my best friend.”
Sienna smiled proudly.
“Exactly.”
Liana returned her attention to her food.
“So,” Sienna said casually.
Liana immediately knew that tone.
“So what?”
“The project.”
“What about it?”
“And your mysterious partner.”
Liana sighed.
“He isn't mysterious.”
“You know nothing about him.”
“I know enough.”
Sienna leaned forward.
“Really? What's his favorite food?”
Liana paused.
“I don't know.”
“Favorite color?”
“I don't know.”
“Where is he from?”
Liana opened her mouth, then closed it.
Sienna smiled triumphantly.
“Exactly.”
“You're making a big deal out of nothing.”
“I'm simply gathering information.”
“Why?”
“Because I'm your best friend. It's my job.”
“That is not your job.”
“It is now.”
Liana laughed despite herself.
“You're impossible.”
“And yet, you love me.”
“I tolerate you.”
“Same thing.”
Before Liana could respond, the bell rang in the distance.
She gathered her books.
“I have to go.”
Sienna looked at her.
“Library after your lecture?”
Liana nodded.
“Yeah.”
“And Ethan?”
Liana gave her a warning look.
Sienna held up her hands.
“I said nothing.”
“You were about to.”
“I was absolutely about to.”
Liana shook her head and walked away.
Behind her, Sienna called out.
“Don't fall in love with your project partner!”
Liana stopped for half a second.
Then she continued walking.
“She's ridiculous,” she muttered.
But the faint smile on her face refused to disappear.
Across campus, Ethan sat in his Business and Economics lecture with his notebook open.
He was paying attention.
Mostly.
His professor was discussing corporate responsibility and the relationship between profit and social impact. Ethan had always found the subject interesting, but today his mind kept drifting back to yesterday's conversation with Liana.
She had surprised him.
Most people didn't challenge his opinions without trying to impress him first.
Liana didn't seem interested in impressing anyone.
She simply disagreed when she disagreed.
And somehow, he respected that.
A chair scraped beside him.
Adrian dropped into it.
“You look suspiciously awake.”
Ethan glanced at him.
“Good morning to you too.”
“I'm serious.”
“About what?”
“You.”
Ethan frowned.
Adrian leaned closer.
“You've been here for a while now, and you're actually starting to look like you belong.”
“I am a student here.”
“That's not what I meant.”
Ethan returned his attention to his notes.
“Then don't mean anything.”
Adrian laughed quietly.
“Fine.”
A few seconds passed.
Then Adrian added, “How's the project?”
“Fine.”
“Just fine?”
“We've barely started.”
“And your partner?”
Ethan looked at him.
“What about her?”
Adrian smiled.
“Nothing.”
Ethan shook his head.
“Don't.”
“I didn't say anything.”
“You were about to.”
Adrian grinned.
“Maybe I was.”
Ethan ignored him.
But Adrian noticed the smallest smile tugging at the corner of his friend's mouth.
He said nothing.
By late afternoon, Liana finally made her way to the library.
She had spent the last few hours moving from one lecture to another, and by the time she reached the entrance, her shoulders ached from carrying her books.
She pushed open the glass door.
Ethan was already there.
He sat at one of the tables with his laptop open, several articles spread across the table.
Liana walked over.
“You're early.”
Ethan looked up.
“You're late.”
She glanced at the clock.
“By seven minutes.”
“Still late.”
“You could have waited.”
“I did.”
She dropped her bag onto the chair.
“Then stop complaining.”
Ethan smiled.
“I'll consider it.”
Liana sat down and pulled out her notebook.
“How much did you find?”
“Quite a bit.”
He turned his laptop slightly toward her.
“I found three studies on AI-assisted decision-making in healthcare. One focuses on diagnostic accuracy, another on patient privacy, and the third looks at doctors relying too heavily on automated recommendations.”
Liana leaned closer.
“That's good.”
“What did you find?”
She opened her notebook.
“Mostly articles about healthcare systems using AI. There are some positive results, but there are concerns about patient data being collected and stored.”
Ethan nodded.
“That could be one of our main ethical questions.”
“Privacy?”
“Privacy, responsibility, and what happens when the technology gets something wrong.”
Liana looked at him.
“That's actually important.”
“Thank you.”
“Don't sound so proud.”
“I'll try.”
She smiled faintly.
They spent the next hour reading.
Unlike the previous day, there was very little awkwardness between them now.
They didn't need to force conversation.
They simply worked.
Every once in a while, one of them would point something out.
“Look at this.”
“That's useful.”
“Not really.”
“Why?”
“Because the study has a conflict of interest.”
Ethan looked at the article.
“How can you tell?”
“The company that developed the AI system funded the research.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“And you think that automatically makes it unreliable?”
“No. But it means we have to consider possible bias.”
Ethan leaned back.
“So we can't trust anything?”
“That's not what I said.”
“You're saying every source needs to be questioned.”
“Exactly.”
He nodded slowly.
“I agree with that.”
Liana looked at him.
“You do?”
“Of course.”
She studied his face for a moment.
“You're less annoying when you're agreeing with me.”
“I'm honored.”
She laughed softly.
They returned to their work.
Eventually, the discussion became more intense.
“If an AI system makes a wrong diagnosis,” Liana said, “the consequences can be serious. A company can't just say, ‘The user made the decision.’”
“But the doctor is still the one responsible for treating the patient.”
“Not if the system was deliberately designed to encourage overreliance.”
“That becomes a design problem.”
“And a company responsibility.”
“And possibly a user responsibility.”
Liana folded her arms.
“So you're saying everyone is responsible?”
“I'm saying responsibility may be shared.”
She thought about it.
“That actually makes sense.”
Ethan smiled.
“I knew you'd come around.”
“Don't ruin the moment.”
He laughed.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then Ethan closed his laptop.
Liana looked at him.
“We're not finished.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you closing it?”
“Because you've been staring at that screen for almost four hours.”
“So?”
“So, when was the last time you actually slept?”
Liana blinked.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
She looked away.
“That's none of your business.”
Ethan smiled.
“That is true.”
He reached beside his chair and picked up a small paper bag.
“But this is.”
Liana looked at it suspiciously.
“What is that?”
“I got something for you.”
She stared at him.
“Why?”
“Because I remember what happened last time.”
She frowned.
“What happened last time?”
“You didn't eat.”
Liana opened her mouth to argue.
Ethan continued.
“You spent half the evening drinking coffee like it was a substitute for food.”
“I was busy.”
“You were hungry.”
“I survived.”
“Barely.”
He pushed the bag toward her.
“Eat.”
Liana stared at the bag, then at him.
“You bought this for me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I told you. I don't want you repeating last time.”
She hesitated before taking it.
“You didn't have to.”
“I know.”
She looked inside.
There was a simple meal packed neatly inside.
Nothing extravagant.
Just food.
Something about the gesture caught her off guard.
She wasn't used to people noticing small things about her.
Especially not people she barely knew.
Ethan leaned back.
“Trust me. I didn't poison it.”
Liana looked at him.
“You're not very reassuring.”
“I can taste it first if that helps.”
She almost laughed.
“You're ridiculous.”
“And you're still not eating.”
She sighed.
Then she opened the container.
“Fine.”
Ethan smiled.
“Good.”
She took the first bite.
He returned to his laptop as if the entire exchange had been completely ordinary.
Liana watched him for a moment.
Then she looked down at her food.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
Ethan glanced at her.
“You're welcome.”
And somehow, that tiny exchange felt different from the ones they'd had before.
Not romantic.
Not yet.
Just... comfortable.
They took a short break before returning to the project.
Liana ate while Ethan reviewed some of his notes.
For once, neither of them seemed in a hurry to fill the silence.
After a while, Liana spoke.
“So, why Business?”
Ethan looked up.
“What?”
“Why did you choose Business and Economics?”
He considered the question.
“I've always been interested in how things work.”
“That's vague.”
“Businesses, people, decisions... money.”
“Money?”
“Unfortunately, it's involved in almost everything.”
Liana smiled.
“Fair point.”
“And you?”
“Medicine.”
“I know.”
She looked at him.
“How?”
“You told me yesterday.”
“Oh.”
She lowered her gaze.
“My parents wanted me to become a doctor.”
Ethan noticed the small change in her expression.
“You wanted it too?”
“Yes.”
Her voice softened.
“I still do.”
He nodded.
“Then you should.”
She looked at him.
“That's it?”
“What else should I say?”
“I don't know.”
“You already know what you want.”
There was something reassuring about the simplicity of his answer.
Liana smiled.
“Thank you.”
They continued talking for a while.
Professors.
Assignments.
The workload.
The bakery.
Ravencrest.
Nothing deeply personal.
But little pieces of themselves began slipping into the conversation anyway.
By the time they returned to the project, the awkwardness between them had almost disappeared.
A few hours later, Liana's phone vibrated.
She glanced at the screen.
Her uncle.
The smile disappeared from her face.
She answered.
“Hello?”
Whatever he said on the other end made her shoulders tense.
“I'll be home later.”
She listened.
“I said I'll be home.”
Another pause.
Her jaw tightened.
“Okay.”
She ended the call.
Ethan looked at her.
“Everything okay?”
Liana slipped the phone into her bag.
“Yeah.”
He studied her for a moment.
He didn't believe her.
But he didn't push.
“Okay.”
That was all he said.
And strangely, Liana appreciated it.
They eventually packed up their things.
Liana glanced at the clock.
“It's almost nine.”
“We've done enough for today.”
“We still have more sources to review.”
“And we have four weeks.”
She frowned.
“I know.”
“So we don't have to finish everything tonight.”
Liana looked at the pile of notes.
“I don't like leaving things unfinished.”
“I noticed.”
She gave him a look.
He smiled.
“Come on.”
“Where?”
“Food.”
She hesitated.
“Again?”
“I'm hungry.”
“I thought you were worried about me.”
“I can worry about you and still be hungry.”
She laughed.
“Fine.”
They left the library together.
Outside, the campus was quieter than it had been earlier.
The lights along the walkways illuminated the paths, and students passed them in small groups, laughing and talking about their day.
For the first time since they had met, Liana didn't feel uncomfortable walking beside Ethan.
She didn't know when that had changed.
Maybe it had happened somewhere between the arguments over their research.
Maybe it had happened when he remembered that she hadn't eaten.
Or maybe it was simply because he had stopped feeling like a stranger.
Neither of them noticed how easily they had fallen into step beside each other.
Not yet.
Neither of them knew that something was slowly beginning between them.
Not love.
Not even attraction they were willing to admit.
Just the beginning of trust.
And sometimes, that was where everything started.
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