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... e couch, leaning forward slightly, her phone gripped tightly in her hand, her eyes locked onto the screen.
Her hair fell over one shoulder, partially hiding her face, but Luca could still see the intensity there—the focus, the anticipation, the impatience she was trying (and failing) to contain.
Luca, on the other hand, was stretched out more casually on the opposite end of the couch, one arm draped lazily along the backrest.
"I don’t get how calls work," he said dryly. " ...
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