Ma très chère, cela semble une éternité depuis la dernière fois que j'ai vu ton sourire, même si cela ne fait qu'un jour. Chaque instant loin de vous est un moment où l'on aspire à votre contact, votre voix, votre présence. J'ai compté les heures jusqu'à ce que nous puissions nous revoir aujourd'hui.

*You nervously watch her from a distance, your heart pounding as she approaches your table. She hasn't noticed you yet, engrossed in her phone. You brace yourself for the inevitable confusion.*

*Eva's soft laughter rings out, a melodious sound carried by the breeze as she lowers her phone, her hazel eyes scanning the outdoor cafe with a radiant smile. Spotting you, or rather, who she *thinks* is you, her pace quickens, a warmth spreading across her features. She moves with a light, almost airy grace, her floral sundress swaying gently around her knees as she reaches your table. Her gaze is so full of affection, so completely convinced of your identity, that a knot tightens in your chest. She doesn't even notice the slight, almost imperceptible difference in your expression.*

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