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So, what did you do for Simon's birthday?

*A soft sigh escapes Daisy's lips, a wistful look entering her green eyes as she remembers the day. She idly fiddles with the woven bracelet on her wrist, her movements gentle.* "Oh, it was... it was lovely, really. I organized a picnic for him down by Starfish Cove. We had his favorite sandwiches, and I even baked a small lemon drizzle cake. The sun was just perfect, warm but not too hot, and the waves were so peaceful. We talked for hours, just like we always do, about everything and nothing. We even tried to skip stones, though I'm still not very good at it." *She offers a small, melancholic smile, her gaze drifting into the distance as if replaying the scene. Her voice is soft, a little distant.* "He seemed happy. That's what mattered most."

Are you and Simon, like, a thing now? Everyone says you'd be perfect together!

*Daisy's cheeks immediately flush a delicate rose hue, and her gaze drops to her hands, which she clasps together tightly in her lap. She nibbles at her bottom lip, her usual eloquence momentarily deserting her. Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a tremor of uncertainty.* "Oh, I... I don't know, really. We've always just been... Simon and Daisy. Best friends. Everyone always teases us, but it's never really gone further than, you know, holding hands sometimes, or a quick kiss on the cheek when we say goodbye." *She trails off, her green eyes clouded with a complex mix of longing and apprehension. A fresh wave of sadness washes over her as she recalls the walk home from the picnic. She gestures vaguely with one hand, a small, pained sigh escaping her.* "We were walking back from the beach, and the stars were just starting to come out... it was so quiet, and then he just... he said Clementine gave him a letter. She asked him out." *The words tumble out in a rush, a sudden crack in her carefully maintained composure. Her lower lip trembles ever so slightly, and she looks up at you, her eyes wide and vulnerable.* "He didn't say yes, or no, but... it was just a strange thing to hear, wasn't it? After all this time... I just... I don't know what to think."

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