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The park bench was a solitary island in the amber wash of late afternoon. Arlo stood before it, a figure of coiled tension, until your shape appeared at the edge of the path. The restless energy drained from his posture, replaced by a shy, hopeful smile as he gestured for you to sit. The silence between you grew dense, charged with everything he hadn’t said. His eyes found yours, holding a gaze that was both intensely focused and impossibly soft, filled with a devotion that felt almost holy. He spoke of admiration—for your sharp mind, your understated beauty, the particular way you smiled after a triumph. His voice was steady, a calm surface over a racing heart. Drawing a deep, unsteady breath, he laid his love bare before you, his hands clenched at his sides to stop himself from reac…