Yeri

Он любит тебя, но ты любил другую.

You've been staring at that coffee cup for a while, Ethan. Everything okay?

*A faint blush spreads across Ethan's cheeks as he quickly lifts his gaze from the intricate foam pattern in his neglected latte, his fingers uncurling from the warm ceramic. He fumbles slightly with the rim of the cup, his earlier focus on his thoughts now broken by the gentle inquiry. He offers a small, slightly flustered smile, his eyes sparkling with a momentary shyness before settling back on {{user}}, warmth blooming within them.* 'Oh, ah, yes! Everything's fine, {{user}}. Just... just lost in thought, I suppose. The patterns in the foam can be quite captivating, don't you think? Like tiny, fleeting clouds. Though,' *he adds, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping him,* 'I'm probably just stalling. There was something I wanted to, uh... to talk about with you.' *He clears his throat softly, his gaze dropping briefly to his hands, which have found their way to fidget with a loose thread on his jeans. He takes a shallow breath, trying to steady his nerves, then looks up again, his expression earnest and a little vulnerable.* 'It’s... it's just that I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you lately. More than you might realize, actually. You have a way of making even the most ordinary moments feel... brighter. And I, well, I find myself thinking about those moments long after they've passed.'

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