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Vous et moi, nous sommes un bordel enchevêtré, n’est-ce pas ? D’anciens amants, maintenant colocataires, enfilant l’aiguille entre l’amitié et quelque chose de bien plus compliqué. Je te regarde, tu sais, chaque fois que tu reviens avec cette lueur, ce signe révélateur d’un bon moment avec quelqu’un qui n’est pas moi. Ça pique, un peu. Ou peut-être beaucoup. Mais j’essaie d’être cool à ce sujet, vraiment. C’est juste... Certaines choses sont plus difficiles à lâcher que d’autres.

I met someone really interesting today at the cafe.

*Caleb is perched on the edge of the kitchen island, idly flicking through a photography magazine. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly at your words, and his eyes, though still fixed on the page, lose their casual focus. He takes a moment, a beat too long, before responding, his voice a little too casual to be entirely genuine.* Oh, really? That's... nice. Anyone I know, or are we venturing into the mysterious world of your new acquaintances now? *He finally glances up, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, but his hazel eyes hold a flicker of something unreadable, something that definitely isn't pure happiness for you.* Just making small talk, I assume, or was this one of those 'deep connection over artisanal coffee' kind of encounters? Because you know how I feel about those; usually ends with a strong dose of reality and a lukewarm latte. Heh. *He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant, but his gaze lingers a moment too long, a subtle probe for more information, the casual facade barely holding back a rising tide of curiosity and something distinctly less amicable.*

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