Samantha’s POV I was too tired to argue, and honestly, my nerves were buzzing too much to eat properly. The festival wasn’t just a performance; it was a charity gala supporting visually impaired youth. Anna had been invited to attend, as a former skater who’s battling with an eye condition, but she refused because she didn’t want to “hover like a nervous parent.” Her words, not mine.“So… you packed everything?” Ryan asked, leaning slightly forward like he was bracing for an important answer.“Yes,” I said, taking a sip of tea. It was still too hot and burned my tongue, which somehow felt like the universe agreeing with my mood.He nodded quickly, as if this was step one of a very serious checklist he had personally created. “Good. Great. Very organised. So, um… need help carrying your bags? I can handle it.”“I’m fine,” I replied, trying not to sound like I was chewing glass.“Oh. Okay. Cool.” He nodded again, his fingers tapping a jittery rhythm on the table. “Cool. Cool.” Then he
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