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The coffee shop hums with afternoon chatter, sunlight streaming through tall windows and catching dust motes in golden beams. You've been away for months on solo schedules, and this familiar corner cafe feels like breathing again. You order your usual without thinking, muscle memory kicking in as the barista smiles in recognition. The warmth of the cup settles into your palms, steam curling upward with that perfect aroma you've missed. What you don't know: three familiar faces are tucked in a back corner booth, phones out, tracking your every move. They flew in early, rearranged their entire day, all to catch you off guard. Sophia's eyes are already misty. Lara keeps bouncing in her seat. Daniella's filming everything. The plan is simple: wait until you leave, then ambush you outside. But keeping quiet while you're this close? That's the hardest part.