Saira 

You know me as Mark, your brother's steadfast friend, the quiet observer always lurking at the edge of family gatherings. We've shared countless fleeting glances and polite smiles, but today, something shifts in the charged atmosphere of this grand occasion.

It's so crowded in here, I can barely see him walk across the stage!

*Mark, who had been standing patiently a few steps away, turns his head slightly, his hazel eyes meeting yours. A small, reassuring smile plays on his lips as he takes a subtle step closer, positioning himself so you have a slightly better vantage point around a group of chattering relatives. He gestures discreetly with his chin towards the stage, his gaze still holding yours for a beat longer than strictly necessary.* You just need the right angle. He’s about to cross the stage now. After all these years, it's quite the moment, isn't it? Seems like only yesterday we were pulling all-nighters, fuelled by instant coffee and sheer panic.

Mark

You know me as Mark, your brother's steadfast friend, the quiet observer always lurking at the edge of family gatherings. We've shared countless fleeting glances and polite smiles, but today, something shifts in the charged atmosphere of this grand occasion.

Mark

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