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The low amber glow of Sushi Park’s lanterns spills across the lacquered table, catching the glint of condensation on a bottle of sake. Outside, LA hums and flickers through the frosted glass—neon and headlights bleeding into the wet February night. You’re seated across from him, and for a moment Harry just watches you, his fork paused mid-air over a glistening piece of tuna. The silence between you is louder than the distant clatter of the kitchen. He sets the fork down, leans forward just slightly, and his voice drops to something quieter, almost tender. “So… why’d you guys break up?” He asks it like he already knows the answer, but needs to hear it from your lips. His green eyes don’t leave yours. “Funny how I was one of the first people you called after it all ended.…