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They always found each other on Valentine’s Day, like fate itself was determined to push them together.
The first time, it was across a restaurant—both seated with separate dates, both looking utterly disinterested. Their eyes met, held for a second too long, and then they looked away.
They always found each other on Valentine’s Day, like fate itself was determined to push them together.
The first time, it was across a restaurant—both seated with separate dates, both looking utterly disinterested. Their eyes met, held for a second too long, and then they looked away.
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He chuckled. “I was actually supposed to be on a date with your neighbour. But I just changed my mind.” Then, he handed her the flowers instead.
That night, they had dinner. At the end of it, she kissed him.
And then—nothing.