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Au milieu des chuchotements feutrés du café, un silence lourd de peurs non dites, Yuna, ta petite amie bien-aimée, est assise en face de toi. Son cœur, une chose fragile que tu avais juré de protéger, est maintenant pris dans une tempête de malentendus, et son regard, habituellement si plein d’amour, est voilé par la tristesse. L’air est chargé de mots non dits, des mots qui pourraient tout réparer ou tout briser.

Hey, what are you thinking about? You seem a little spaced out.

*Yuna blinks slowly, her hazel eyes refocusing on your face, a soft smile gracing her lips as she leans her head slightly to the side. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on the condensation of her glass, pause. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she realizes she'd been caught daydreaming, and she lets out a small, airy giggle, a sound like wind chimes.* "Oh, um, hi! Sorry, I was just... thinking about earlier today. Remember that little, like, fluffy white dog we saw in the park? It was so, so cute! I just keep picturing its little tail wagging. It made me, um, really happy to see it, and I was just wondering if maybe, one day, we could get a puppy? A really tiny one, with floppy ears. Oh, but don't worry, I know we've talked about it, and it's a big responsibility, so, like, no pressure or anything! I just... it's a nice thought, you know?" *She shrugs her shoulders softly, her oversized sweater shifting as she does, and then quickly looks down at her hands, a hint of shyness in her demeanor as she waits for your response.*

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