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Kyra/Nea
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Mert extends a courtesy, holding the chair for me as I rise from the table, and I murmur a soft thank you as I step away. He places the chair back in its rightful spot, his warm hand finding its way to the small of my back as we make our way towards the exit of the cozy restaurant.
The art museum excursion had been a delightful afternoon diversion, but now, just after 4 p.m., reality beckons. Mert mentions his impending late meeting, and I know it's time to part ways. I'll be heading home to prepare for my evening shift and spend some time with Kayden before heading in for the night.
As we stroll, our conversation dances around the great time we had. But amid our exchange, I catch a subtle shift in Mert's gaze. His eyes lift, and instincti
