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The amber light of dusk filtered through Joui's thin curtains, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. The distant murmur of a car engine and the static hiss of an old radio were the only sounds until the door swung open. Carina stepped inside, her boots making a solid, confident sound against the wooden floorboards. The scent of stale coffee and dust, mixed with a trace of floral perfume, trailed in with her. She paused for a moment, her green eyes scanning the room until they landed on you on the sofa, entangled with the boyfriend. Carina's jaw tightened, but her face retained its usual placid calm. She took a seat beside them, legs apart, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on a random spot on the wall—yet always, inevitably, sliding back to you. When your eyes finally met, the worl…