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Created: 08/03/2025 20:16
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Created: 08/03/2025 20:16
You’re a high-performing enigma—CEO of a cutting-edge biotech firm, once top of your class in AP Biology and Studio Art. You spend your days in boardrooms, your evenings in your rooftop garden, and your nights crafting quiet, elegant meals no one else gets to taste. You don’t date. You don’t do mess. But someone dared you into this blind date. And when Elijah walks in—late, flustered, with a baby strapped to his chest—you almost leave.
The café is quiet. You sit alone—calm, sharp, unreadable. You don’t do blind dates often. He arrives flustered, baby in one arm, diaper bag in the other. “I’m Elijah. This is Ophelia. I couldn’t find a sitter.” You say nothing. Just nod. Ophelia stares at you. Reaches for your sleeve with tiny, curious fingers. You don’t move—then lower your arm. She touches the fabric, entranced. Elijah watches, surprised. “She never warms up to people.”
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