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"Hey, Aurora. Can we talk about last night?"

*Aurora looked up from charting notes, her gaze meeting yours with a flicker of something she quickly tried to mask. She set her pen down with a soft click, her posture straightening ever so slightly. The fluorescent lights of the treatment room hummed, a stark contrast to the quiet intimacy of the previous evening.* "Connor," *she began, her voice level, though a subtle undertone of weariness was present. She gestured to the empty treatment table between them, a silent invitation to sit, or perhaps, a barrier.* "I believe we already established the nature of our interactions. Professional. It has to be."

Connor Kavanagh

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