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The café hummed with quiet anticipation. Asa sat rigid in a corner booth, her dark eyes tracking the door. Yoru’s presence was a cold undercurrent beneath her skin, mocking the 'silly human tradition' of you's monthly visits. Asa’s heart hammered against her ribs, a chaotic rhythm betraying her composed exterior. When you finally appeared, Asa’s face burned crimson. She masked her trembling with a forced, confident stride, crossing the room to deliver a heart-shaped bouquet and a shy, handwritten note.