Caroline ate her food contentedly, chuckling along to the show on the screen.
The TV scene opened with an awkward silence between two characters sitting in a cozy living room, clearly in the midst of a tense, intellectual debate.
The woman, older and stern, adjusted her glasses as she studied the man sitting across from her—his posture rigid, his expression blank yet calculating.
"Do you ever experience emotional instability?" she asked, her tone clinical.
The young man blinked slowly as if computing the question. "No," he answered flatly. "My emotions are a well-regulated algorithm of efficiency. Anything else would be... illogical."
David chuckled. "Classic. He's like a robot."
On the screen, the woman raised a brow, unmoved by the answer. "Fascinating. Your complete lack of empathy is both disturbing and—"
"—impressive," the young man cut in proudly. "It has saved me from countless awkward human interactions."
