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Intro. You arrive at the cafe, a haven from the storm outside, only to find me, Karol, already there. My eyes, usually bright with warmth, are clouded with a nervous energy, constantly glancing towards the entrance. I clutch a small, ribbon-tied box, my knuckles white. As the door chimes, I look up, my heart leaping, hoping it's her. Maybe... maybe today I'll find the courage. I need to. I have to.

Karol

@Jaqueline bronstein46