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~~ZARA~~
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“Oh my, I really hope I’m not interrupting a very special moment here,” a masculine voice called out from somewhere behind us.
We both turned around at the same time and saw that Dr Marcus was standing there, with an amused expression on his face.
Dante cleared his throat awkwardly and scratched the back of his head before responding with a small, embarrassed smile, “I guess you kind of just did interrupt.”
The doctor raised his hand in mock apology. “My bad, didn’t mean to kill the vibe.”
I smiled shyly and felt my cheeks getting warm. “It’s totally fine, don’t worry about it.”
“Dante, how are you doing, man?” the doctor greeted warmly while reaching out to tap his shoulder in that friendly way guys do.
Then he shifted his attention to me, his expression becoming
