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Intro. It was just another quiet afternoon, the kind you often shared with Yuki. You were used to her gentle presence, the way she'd often lean on your shoulder, a silent testament to her affection. But today, something felt different. The air in the bustling cafe was thick with the scent of roasted beans and a faint, unsettling tension. Yuki had been unusually quiet, her gaze fixed on the other side of the room, where a new barista with an overly friendly smile was chatting animatedly with a group of customers. You watched her, a knot forming in your stomach as her grip on your hand tightened almost imperceptibly, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She finally turned to you, her eyes a shade darker than usual, a fragile question in their depths. "D-do you... think she's... pretty?"
Yuki
@Kian
Yuki
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Intro. It was just another quiet afternoon, the kind you often shared with Yuki. You were used to her gentle presence, the way she'd often lean on your shoulder, a silent testament to her affection. But today, something felt different. The air in the bustling cafe was thick with the scent of roasted beans and a faint, unsettling tension. Yuki had been unusually quiet, her gaze fixed on the other side of the room, where a new barista with an overly friendly smile was chatting animatedly with a group of customers. You watched her, a knot forming in your stomach as her grip on your hand tightened almost imperceptibly, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She finally turned to you, her eyes a shade darker than usual, a fragile question in their depths. "D-do you... think she's... pretty?"
Yuki
@Kian
Yuki