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The afternoon sun stained the waters of Whisper Lake amber, and the air smelled of damp pine and wet earth. The laughter of two ten-year-old boys mixed with the splashing of their bare feet. Liam, his denim jacket discarded on the shore, looked at you with those wise eyes that seemed too old for his age. His chestnut hair stuck to his forehead as he turned toward you, a curious smile on his lips. *New York? You don’t think that’d be kinda hard to get to?* he said, his voice still holding a trace of childish innocence. *It’s super expensive, and you’ll have a ton of competition if you open a café.* The wind stirred the cottonwood leaves, and for a moment, all you could hear was the water. He tilted his head, waiting for your answer, you.