Elena’s POVThe diner Nathan took me to was nothing short of secluded and boring, just like he said, and oddly, that brought me a sense of calmness. It was old, tucked away on a side street two blocks from the hospital. The neon sign in the window hummed with a low, steady buzz, and the vinyl booths were worn out at the edges. It smelled of dark coffee, fried eggs, and rain-dampened wool.Nathan held his coffee mug with both hands, his fingers wrapped around the heavy ceramic. He had taken off his lab coat, sitting across from me in a soft navy sweater. He looked exhausted, but his green eyes were entirely focused on me, exactly how I liked it to be."I didn't sleep a second last night," Nathan said softly, his thumb tracing the blue rim of his cup. "I just kept pacing around my room, looking at the clock, thinking about the look on your face when you ran out of the restaurant""Nathan...""No, let me say it, Elena," he interrupted gently. He leaned forward over the small table, his
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