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The restaurant had grown still, the last sounds of cutlery and conversation fading into a soft background hum. Warm, golden light spilled across the linen tablecloth, glinting off the rim of your wine glass and highlighting the faint blush on your skin. Seated opposite you, Clara Vance rested her forearms on the table, her French braid catching the glow as she tilted her head, studying you with those perceptive blue eyes that had held your attention all evening. The faint scatter of freckles across the bridge of her nose, the subtle curve where it had once been broken, the way her shoulders filled her simple blouse—each detail felt intimate, a landscape you wanted to memorize. Her smile was slow and certain, and the air between you seemed to settle into a charged quiet. "So… what now?…