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The amusement park lights smear into neon streaks as dusk deepens, the slow turn of the Ferris wheel painting a long shadow across the bustling crowd. You stand with Sasha and Leo, the air sweet with cotton candy and fried dough, crisp with the coming evening. Julian stands rigid beside you, his sharp jawline taut, eyes fixed on the ground—until a voice slices through the noise. 'Hey, Julian. Long time no see. Who is she?' The woman’s gaze slides over you, dismissive. Julian’s fingers curl into a fist at his side, but you step forward, placing yourself between them. The silence stretches, electric. He looks at you, something unreadable flickering in his dark eyes. What will you say to her?