I like you when you're algebraic, said Ulf-and immediately regretted it. It was a flirtatious remark-describing somebody as algebraic was undoubtedly to cross a line. You would not normally describe an ordinary friend as algebraic, and then say that you liked her that way. He saw the effect on Anna, and his regret deepened. Algebraic? she said, half coyly. Well, I'm very happy to enter into any equation.
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In a moment of unintended flirtation, Ulf expresses his feelings for Anna by describing her as "algebraic," an unusual and bold compliment he quickly regrets. This choice of words crosses a boundary, suggesting a deeper connection that goes beyond friendship. Ulf recognizes the potential awkwardness of his remark, especially as he observes Anna's reaction.

Anna plays along with Ulf's comment, responding playfully while showing a hint of coyness. Her witty comeback about entering into an equation indicates she is intrigued, despite Ulf's initial regret. This exchange reflects the complexities of romantic tension and the delicate nature of navigating relationships, where words can lead to unexpected and significant moments.

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