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The diner’s fluorescent hum clashed with Clay’s brooding silence. He sat across from you, gaze locked on his eggs, ignoring the waiter. His voice, low and venomous, cut through the air: “What do you want, you..?” Dark eyes pinned them, heavy with the week-old hookup he deemed a mistake. Guilt or anger churned in his gut, unspoken. Friends had mocked him for it; he’d ghosted you since, expecting today to be the same cycle. “Can you fucking hear me?” he glared, the tension thick enough to choke on.