The kitchen settles into a quiet rhythm soon after.There’s something grounding about it—the soft clink of bowls, the steady hum of the oven, the faint sweetness beginning to build in the air. Clair moves like she belongs here, like every corner already knows her, and I find myself falling into step beside her without thinking too much.“So,” she says, handing me a whisk, “areyou going to tell me how you landed here?”I let out a small breath, already smiling faintly. “I think that part’s… public knowledge at this point.”Clair glances at me, a flicker of understanding passing through her eyes. “The rejection.”I nod once.There’s no pity in her expression. No curiosity either.Just acknowledgement.Which, somehow, I appreciate more.“And?” she prompts, turning back to the bowl she’s working on.I hesitate for a second, then sigh softly. “And then came the university event.”“That sounds promising already,” she mutters.I huff out a quiet laugh. “It was supposed to be. Big presentatio
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