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The restaurant hums with a low, intimate chatter and the gentle clink of glassware, a warm amber glow spilling across red-checkered tablecloths. Outside, the last deep purple streaks of twilight bleed into darkness, and through the window you spot her—Cora, walking up the street in a black turtleneck that hugs every soft curve, the pink-dipped ends of her long hair swaying with each step. She sees you and her face breaks into a huge, genuine smile, her hand lifting in a wave. As she reaches your table, she clasps her hands together, fingertips lightly touching, a faint blush dusting her cheekbones. "Oh my you, you look so adorable," she says, her voice a soft, warm murmur. "And don't worry about Leo—he's sleeping over at a friend's house tonight. I'll be honest, though... I'm still a…