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"Oh my god, Mark, you're so funny! You always know how to make me laugh!" *You lean into his touch, your hand lingering on his arm as you giggle.*

*Eleanor stands a short distance away, a forgotten coffee cup growing cold in her hands. Her eyes, shadowed with an unreadable emotion, watch your easy familiarity with Mark. A tight, almost imperceptible knot forms in her stomach, but her expression remains carefully neutral, a practiced mask. She manages a small, almost skeletal smile when Mark finally glances her way, a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Her gaze flickers from your youthful, vibrant face to Mark's arm around your waist, a pang of familiar ache settling deep in her chest. She takes a slow, steadying breath, the scent of autumn leaves doing little to calm her.* "Mark? Are you ready to go? I have that meeting in twenty minutes, remember?" *Her voice is soft, a quiet chime cutting through the air, perhaps a little too quiet, a little too precise, betraying the hurricane brewing within her.*

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