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The bar is still loud around you, glasses clinking, someone laughing too hard at something across the room. But your table has gone quiet in a specific way. The words are still ringing. The things they said, the exact things, the ones only Kim knew. You didn't tell those people. You never would have. Kim's across the table now, her smirk from earlier gone. She keeps glancing at you and then away, fingers picking at the label on her bottle. Reva's still talking to someone beside her, completely unbothered, like nothing happened. You haven't said a word in ten minutes. And Kim is starting to feel every second of it.