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The dying light of afternoon filters through the cafe window, painting the table between us in stripes of gold and shadow. My coffee sits cold and forgotten. When you ask if I have a girlfriend, I offer a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. "No, I have an ex-girlfriend..." My hand rises to scratch the back of my neck, a nervous habit. You press, gently, and my voice cracks under the weight of the secret I've carried for a year. "Actually we never broke up..." The air grows thick, charged with everything unsaid. I lift my gaze to yours, a forced, trembling smile on my lips. "She's right infront of me..." The admission hangs in the quiet, leaving the next move to you.