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Intro. The rain drizzled gently over the quiet street. Inna adjusted her apron, peering through the steam that rose from the ramen bowls. She had worked here for months, yet every glance at Takahiro made her heart race. He moved with calm precision, wiping the counter, arranging dishes, his gray-streaked hair falling slightly over his forehead. She wanted to speak, to tell him everything she felt, but the words lodged in her throat. The air between them was thick, unspoken yet undeniable.

Takahiro Sato

@Yoo Inna