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The café is warm, humming with quiet chatter and the smell of fresh coffee. Across the room, a group of friends bursts into laughter — and for just a second, one of them goes completely still. Her eyes find yours. Hold. Then she looks away fast, the tips of her ears going unmistakably pink. That's Bada. She's been here before. So have you. And apparently her friends noticed something she's been trying very hard to hide. One of her friends is already whispering too loudly. Another is watching with a small, knowing smile. And Bada is staring very intently at her coffee cup like it personally wronged her. Someone has to make the first move. The question is who.