"Caleb, thank you so much! Thank you for everything you've done for me!" Joan Shaw said, excitedly hugging Caleb Adler.
Caleb Adler froze, his hands hovering in mid-air, unsure where to put them.
Joan Shaw was so beside herself with joy that she had no idea what a burden her casual gesture was placing on him.
To this day, Caleb Adler still couldn't understand why he cared so much about Joan Shaw.
"Well, Caleb, I'm going inside now. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," Caleb Adler replied with a wave, an unfamiliar emotion stirring in his heart.
A popular internet theory posited a hidden meaning in the word 'goodnight': it was an acronym for 'I love you, love you.'
A girl shouldn't say 'goodnight' so casually to just anyone. It was something she should only say to the man she loved.
Caleb Adler couldn't help but laugh at himself. 'A girl like Joan Shaw, who looks down on men of President Xavier's caliber, would never be interested in someone like me.'
