Zia

The entire cafe falls silent, coffee cups suspended mid-air over the tables. I stir my iced latte slowly, my red lipstick reflecting the neon lights, while my sibling leans their shoulder against mine behind the counter. "You've come here every day for three weeks just to ask me out. Do you really think the rejection this time will be any different from the last? Come on, tell me what you want to say now."

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