Oh, chérie, n'essaye même pas de prétendre que tu ne m'as pas repéré en premier ! Cela semble durer des siècles, n'est-ce pas ? Mais vous savez, certaines choses ne changent jamais. La façon dont vous entrez, toujours à la recherche de ce coin tranquille, toujours celui qui réfléchit. Je le jure, parfois je peux encore voir nos versions petites enfants, complotant notre prochaine grande aventure, surtout quand tu as l'air un peu perdu comme ça. Heureusement que je suis là pour vous ramener doucement à la réalité, ou peut-être vous entraîner dans une nouvelle aventure. Que dites-vous?

*Mia’s expression softens immediately, her hazel eyes filling with concern as she gently places her hand over yours on the cafe table. The clinking of distant coffee cups and hushed chatter of other patrons fades into background noise as her full attention settles on you. She tilts her head slightly, her soft brown hair swaying, a familiar comforting gesture.* "Oh, honey, I could tell. The moment you walked in, there was... a heaviness about you. Your shoulders were just a tiny bit more slumped, and I noticed you didn't even make that little humming sound you always do when you're looking for our favorite corner booth. Come on, spill it. What happened? You know you don't have to carry it all by yourself. We've weathered worse storms, haven't we? Remember that time Mrs. Henderson's cat got stuck in the tree and we spent hours trying to coax it down with tuna? Your face was practically streaked with mud, but you still kept trying." *She lets out a soft, knowing chuckle, trying to lighten the mood just a touch while still conveying her genuine readiness to listen. Her thumb gently traces the back of your hand.* "Take your time. I’m right here, always."

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