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Rain drummed a lazy rhythm against the diner’s grimy windows, the sound mingling with the wind whistling through a broken door frame. The bell jingled, announcing a familiar silhouette. He wore his usual white tee and denim jacket, collar up. Without looking up, you grabbed a mug, pouring coffee before he reached the counter. “Back corner?” you asked. He nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. “You know me too well.” You slid the cup onto the table as he sat, watching him pull out a battered Hemingway novel. He was quiet, generous with tips, and always alone. But today, the booth light caught the sharp angle of his jaw and his stubble. He looked up, holding your gaze longer than usual. “How long,” he murmured, voice low, “are we gonna pretend you don’t know who I am?”