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Amelia.

Dinner passed gently after that.

The conversation stayed light, drifting easily from one topic to another, but the silence between us no longer felt awkward. Somehow, it had become comfortable. Intimate even. Like we were slowly learning each other in all the spaces between words instead of the words themselves.

At one point, I accidentally got frosting near the corner of my mouth while reaching for one of the desserts placed between us.

I barely even noticed.

Nathaniel did.

Without say
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