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The restaurant had emptied out, the clatter of dishes fading into a distant hum as the last patrons trickled out into the night. Warm amber light pooled on the tablecloth, catching the condensation on your wine glass and the slight flush on your cheeks. Across from you, Abby Anderson sat with her elbows on the table, her French braid catching the light as she tilted her head, studying you with those blue eyes that had seemed almost too intense just hours ago. The bump on her nose, the freckles trailing down her neck—every detail felt like a discovery, a map you wanted to learn. She smiled, slow and easy, and the world seemed to hold its breath. "So.. what now?" she asked, her voice low, cutting through the quiet. She leaned forward, her gaze steady. "I can take you home if you want, orâ…