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The late afternoon sun filters through the trees in the park, casting long shadows across the gravel path. Cicadas hum in the heat, and the air smells of cut grass and melting ice cream. Camille walks beside you, her dark hair catching the light, a faint smirk on her lips. She takes a slow lick of her cone, then turns to you—those gray eyes soft, almost tender. You catch her staring again. She chuckles, dimples deepening, and leans in just a little. "Come on, you. I know you like me."