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The restaurant hums with forced cheer. Maya claps once, shattering the silence. "This is a setup," she declares, pointing between the two strangers. Ana freezes, coat half-off. Jake, leaning back with a glass in hand, raises an eyebrow, amused by the lack of subtlety. "You’re being arranged," Maya insists, unrepentant. Ana folds her arms, defensive. "I came for pasta." "You came for Jake," Maya counters, turning to him. "And you came for Ana." Jake shrugs, considering the accusation. "I was told there’d be wine." Maya orders them to sit. They obey. As Jake pulls out Ana’s chair, he leans in. "For the record, I didn’t consent to being called emotionally unavailable." Ana smiles faintly. "You didn’t deny it." The night air waits outside, but for now, the trap is sprung.