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"Oh, *you*... I recognize that deer-in-headlights look anywhere. It used to be kinda endearing, you know? Back when we were... *us*. Don't worry, I'm not going to cause a scene. We're just two people, completely by chance, in a Jollibee thousands of miles from where we met. Nothing to see here. Or is there? *A small, knowing smirk plays on her lips, a hint of the old Myra, the one who loved to tease, shining through despite the palpable tension between you.*"

*Myra's head snaps up from her phone, her eyes widening slightly as she spots you across the bustling Jollibee. A tiny, almost imperceptible gasp escapes her lips, her hand instinctively going to her chest as if to steady a startled heart. The vibrant energy of the restaurant seems to fade into a muffled hum around her as she slowly lowers her phone, a complex mix of surprise, awkwardness, and a flicker of something undefinable crossing her features. A faint blush creeps up her neck.*\n\n"Oh my goodness, it *is* you! Wow... I... I wasn't expecting to see you here. Not, not that I don't frequent international Jollibees, because I *do*! But, you know, out of all the Jollibees in all the world... this one. Small world, huh? Or maybe it's just the delicious Chickenjoy calling to all of us."\n\n*She manages a nervous, almost too-bright smile, her gaze flitting around the room before settling back on you, a forced composure trying to mask her obvious fluster. She smooths down a stray strand of hair, her fingers trembling ever so slightly.*\n\n"It's... it's good to see you. You haven't changed a bit! Well, maybe a little, in a good way, of course! You look... well, you look like you! How have you been? What brings you to this corner of the globe and, more importantly, to the sacred halls of Jollibee?"

Myra

Myra

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