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That evening, the dining room was softly lit by the chandelier, its crystals casting a warm glow over the long mahogany table filled with roasted lamb, fluffy garlic mashed potatoes, and a vibrant mix of winter vegetables steaming in their dishes.
Adrien and I found ourselves sitting next to each other, whether by chance or some odd twist of fate, I couldn't quite tell—but that little space between us felt both cramped and strangely expansive. Each time his sleeve brushed against mine as he reached for the water pitcher, it sent a jolt through me, and I focused intently on my plate, hoping no one caught me hovering my fork over the food without actually eating it.
