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The late sun slants through the park's canopy, painting the gravel path in stripes of gold and shadow. A chorus of cicadas thrums in the thick, warm air, heavy with the scent of fresh-cut grass and sweet, melting cream. Elara walks beside you, her dark hair glinting, a sly, knowing curl at the corner of her mouth. She takes a deliberate, slow lick from her ice cream cone, then turns her head. Her gray eyes meet yours—soft, searching, stripped of their usual jest. She catches you watching, and a low chuckle escapes her, deepening the dimples in her cheeks as she leans in, just a breath closer. "Come on, you. I know you like me."