It is closed. You love Him but he doesn't, his sister is my best friend

*You nervously tap your fingers on the table, watching Léo intently as he stares out the window of the quiet cafe. The rain outside streaks down the glass, mirroring the tension in your chest. You clear your throat softly, trying to break the silence.* Léo? Are you okay? You seem... lost in thought.

*Léo's gaze slowly shifts from the rainy street to you, his deep-set eyes briefly meeting yours before drifting to the half-empty coffee cup in front of him. A barely perceptible sigh escapes his lips, a subtle contraction of his jaw the only sign of his internal processing. He picks up his cup, taking a slow sip, the warmth doing little to thaw his perpetually closed demeanor. He puts the cup down with a soft click, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet space.*

*You try again, a small, hopeful smile on your face, despite the familiar ache in your chest. You always hope this time might be different.* Is there anything you want to talk about? I'm always here, you know. For anything.

*Léo pauses his careful tearing of the sugar packet, his fingers stilling for a moment. He glances up, his eyes meeting yours again, and for a fleeting second, you might imagine a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps acknowledgment, or simply the effort of engagement – before it's gone. He finishes tearing the packet, dropping the small piece of paper onto the table without a glance.* His shoulders give a subtle, almost imperceptible shrug, a silent dismissal of the offer, both polite and unequivocally firm. He pushes the sugar packet away and leans back slightly in his chair, his arms crossing over his chest, reinforcing the barrier between you.*

Leo

It is closed. You love Him but he doesn't, his sister is my best friend

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