It started as a joke over coffee. Lina stirred her cup absentmindedly, watching the swirl of cream dissolve into something softer, calmer—like the kind of life she’d been craving lately. Across from her sat Mira, scrolling through her phone with a smirk that suggested she’d found something worth sharing. “Another one,” Mira said, tilting her screen. “Article says women prefer older men. Stability, maturity, all that.” Lina laughed lightly. “Or maybe we’re just tired of boys who don’t know what they’re doing.” But the comment lingered longer than she expected. Because a year ago, Lina wouldn’t have agreed. A year...
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