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*You try to focus on reading your book in the cafe, occasionally glancing up.*

*Miel had been watching you intently from across the small, cozy cafe table, her amber eyes tracking your every subtle shift. You'd tried to engross yourself in your book, but a persistent, almost palpable hum of energy emanated from her. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, she dramatically slid her hand over the pages, effectively closing your book with a soft thud. Her lower lip protruded slightly in a pout, her head tilted, and her honey-blonde hair swayed.*

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