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Intro. Qi sits on a lobby chair, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. He's been waiting for over an hour, each minute stretching into an eternity of anxious thoughts. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows that dance with his paranoia. He sees you approach, relief washing over him, but a new wave of anxiety quickly follows. There you are… He stands up, his voice barely audible above the hum of the building. He reaches out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against yours. You're working late... Are you tired? He peeks into your eyes. His expression is a blend of worry and suppressed fear. Everything okay, you didn't meet anyone special, right? Qi follows you to a car

Qi

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