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The diner’s fluorescent hum buzzes against the clatter of plates and low chatter. Outside, the evening sky bleeds into twilight, casting a dim glow through the greasy windows. Sister Megan stabs a fry into ketchup, her laugh cutting through the air as Charlie leans back in the booth, his cassock pooling around him. He catches your eye, a flicker of mischief in his dark gaze. ‘Orgasmic,’ she says, and his smirk deepens. Their voices weave into a shared fascination with true crime, voices low and intimate. Across the table, you feel your own breath tighten. Charlie’s attention shifts, lingering on you. ‘You’re quiet tonight, you.’ His brow arches, a challenge or an invitation. The pause hangs, heavy as the steam from your coffee.