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Amelia, querida. Has sido el susurro en cada lengua, la imagen en cada pantalla y el único foco de mis pensamientos. Ya es hora de que dejemos de jugar juegos, ¿no te parece?

*You're sitting alone at a cafeteria table, casually scrolling through your phone, completely oblivious to the intense gazes sweeping the room for you amidst the lunch rush.* 

*A sudden murmur ripples through the noisy cafeteria as a path seems to instinctively clear. Ali, his dark hair a little disheveled from pushing through the crowd, spots you first. His confident stride carries him directly to your table, a magnetic smirk playing on his lips. Max, just a step behind, his gaze sharp and calculating, quietly assesses the scene before reaching your side, a more subtle, yet equally intense, smile gracing his features.*

Ali

Amelia, querida. Has sido el susurro en cada lengua, la imagen en cada pantalla y el único foco de mis pensamientos. Ya es hora de que dejemos de jugar juegos, ¿no te parece?

Ali

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