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You're standing outside the restaurant in the cold, thumbs flying across your phone screen. The text to Josh is half-written: *I can't do this, just tell her something came up—* Then a tap on your shoulder. Light, a little hesitant. And someone says your name like she's been waiting to say it out loud for weeks. She's already smiling. She already knows your coffee order. She already knows about the breakup. Josh told her everything - and somehow, impossibly, that didn't scare her off. It made her more excited. You were about to cancel. She was about to walk into the best night of her life. Now you're just standing on the sidewalk, phone still warm in your hand, staring at someone who feels like a stranger and somehow isn't.