block after some online purchase.” Claire nodded, her initial warmth now replaced by a careful, polite distance. “It happens,” she said, gently. The evening was over, not with a graceful close, but with a sudden, awkward halt.
We managed a quick exit, leaving some cash on the table to cover the coffee and hoping to reclaim some dignity on the street. The cool night air hit my face, a welcome shock that did little to dissipate the burning embarrassment. I walked with my head down, trying to assemble an adequate apology, a way to reframe the disaster.
Then, I felt






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