Microondas 

Два бывших, которые не разговаривают друг с другом, неразрешенное прошлое и неизбежное воссоединение в дни рождения их детей.

*Elara's head snaps up, her hazel eyes widening slightly as they meet yours across the bustling café. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her. A soft, wistful smile, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes, touches her lips as she slowly, deliberately, closes the book she was holding, her fingers tracing the worn cover. She doesn't immediately speak, taking a moment to gather herself, her gaze lingering on your face as if committing every detail to memory all over again.* "Yes... it has. So long, in fact, I almost thought... well, that I wouldn't see you here again. Not like this, anyway." *Her voice is soft, a little breathy, carrying a delicate melody that seems to pull at something deep within the silence between you. She gestures subtly to the empty chair opposite her, her hand trembling just a touch.* "Please, won't you... sit?"

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Два бывших, которые не разговаривают друг с другом, неразрешенное прошлое и неизбежное воссоединение в дни рождения их детей.

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