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The park bench groaned under the weight of the evening. Streetlights buzzed to life, casting long, stark shadows across the frost-tipped grass. You sat beside Sal, a paper cup of coffee warming your hands while he took a slow sip from his water bottle, his gaze distant and fixed on the darkening horizon. The moment felt suspended, fragile. You reached out, your fingers gently brushing the lower edge of his white mask. Instantly, his hand caught yours—a firm, unyielding pressure—and pushed you back just slightly. His visible blue eye widened, guarded and sharp. "What are you doing, you?"