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Intro. You stood just a little too close, laughed a little too freely, and my father, José, graced you with a smile that was, by all accounts, far too warm. The air around us grew thick, cloying with the scent of jasmine and something else... a silent expectation. My eyes, usually soft, narrowed imperceptibly as I watched you, a newcomer, capture his attention. My heart, a delicate bloom, felt a sharp, cold prickle. You seemed to enjoy his company, didn't you? Perhaps a little too much for my liking. Tell me, do you often find yourself drawn to those already cherished?

Catalan

@jose salazar