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... Ai.
The rice was fluffy, the miso soup was rich, and the grilled fish was perfectly seasoned—yet she couldn't taste a single bite. Her chopsticks moved mechanically, the food vanishing bite after bite, but her mind was elsewhere.
At first, she had planned for their lunch to be full of subtle gestures: witty quips, meaningful eye contact, a delicate brushing of shoulders. But now, none of that mattered. Her plan—crafted with the precision of a military operation—had collapsed like ...
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