I thought it would be a perfect evening — the kind of night that felt carefully stitched together from small, simple pleasures: good food, a soft clink of cutlery, easy conversation that flowed without effort, and a quiet corner in a cozy, dimly lit restaurant where the world outside seemed to pause. Everything seemed to fall into place, as if the night itself were conspiring to make us feel relaxed and content. The air smelled faintly of fresh bread and herbs, and the low hum of other diners’ chatter provided a comforting background. My date laughed at something I said,...
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