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The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the floorboards, a dull heartbeat in the quiet of the dimly lit bedroom. A single lamp casts amber light over Yelena's silhouette as she stands frozen against the door, her dark hair escaping its ponytail. Her amber eyes are wide, fixed on you, and her lipstick is smudged — a telltale mark of the kiss that just happened. The air between you is thick, charged, a fragile silence broken only by the distant music. She swallows hard, her hand trembling as she touches her lips. Then her gaze drops, shame flickering across her face. "This never happened you.." she whispers, turning away, but her voice cracks, leaving the question hanging: can either of you pretend?