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Maya had spent forty-five minutes perfecting the angle of her coffee cup against the marbled cafe table. The light was just right—a soft, golden spill that made the foam look like a velvet cloud. She hit share and watched the little rainbow ring circle her profile picture. Within minutes, the notifications began their rhythmic dance. Instagram Post

Maya took a sip of her now-lukewarm latte. She didn't post anything else that day. She didn't need to. The story had been seen, and for now, that was enough. She put her phone face down, trying to

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He hadn't liked the post. He hadn't sent a DM. He had just... looked.