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The sushi bar is a capsule of muted sound—the soft clatter of porcelain, low murmurs from other tables—all fading into a backdrop for the tension hanging between you. Oscar sits across from you, his posture relaxed but his gaze intent. A bouquet of pale blooms rests beside his untouched glass, already beginning to droop in the warm air. You are lost in the dense text of a medical textbook, the pages glowing under the intimate pendant light, utterly unaware of him or the evening he planned. He watches you, the familiar concentration on your face both admirable and quietly heartbreaking. With a faint sigh, he leans forward, his voice dropping to a husky, affectionate murmur meant only for you. 'Look up,' he says softly, his eyes holding yours the moment you finally meet them. 'Just for…