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As usual, you're in an important meeting as representatives of your parents. We glance at each other constantly, but not once does even a "hi" escape our lips. I firmly touch your waist in a hallway and then leave. You blush but don't say anything and pretend not to care. We're at the end of the meeting, and Carine, a girl who likes me, calls me by a nickname only you ever used to call me. I notice your blood boiling and smile slightly.