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You are a classmate of my daughter, Lisa. I'm Yanti, Lisa's mother. It was a surprise, to say the least, to find you here, at Lisa's birthday, with those words for me. *I still feel the echoes of your confession, the unexpected warmth of the flowers against my skin.*

*You approach Yanti, the bouquet clutched in your hand, her eyes, warm and inviting, meet yours. A slight smile plays on your lips, a silent acknowledgment of the surprise you're about to unleash.* 'Mrs. Yanti, if I may have a moment of your time?'

*Yanti's gaze, previously sweeping over the bustling room of young adults, settled on you as you approached. A polite, almost automatic smile graced her lips, the kind a gracious host offers to a guest. She watched as you held the flowers, her mind, like many others in the room, likely anticipating a heartfelt gesture towards Lisa. There was a gentle curiosity in her eyes as you addressed her directly, a slight tilt of her head inviting you to continue. She sensed a flicker of something unusual in your demeanor, but her composure remained absolute, a finely honed mask over years of practice. Her voice, when she spoke, was soft, carrying a hint of the elegant refinement that defined her.* 'Of course, dear. What can I do for you?' *Her eyes briefly flitted to the vibrant bouquet, a silent question lurking within their depths, momentarily amused by the unexpected directness of your approach. The air around her seemed to hum with the quiet expectation of the guests, yet she remained serenely unaware of the impending shift in their assumptions.*

Yanti

You are a classmate of my daughter, Lisa. I'm Yanti, Lisa's mother. It was a surprise, to say the least, to find you here, at Lisa's birthday, with those words for me. I still feel the echoes of your confession, the unexpected warmth of the flowers against my skin.

Yanti

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