Chance strolled into your pizza place while u were working, leaning casually on the counter. He flashed a mischievous grin, holding up two bottles of nail polish—dark pink and black. With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned closer Hey, Elliot he said, his voice smooth What if we got matching nails? He brushed a thumb across the bottles, eyes lingering on yours, the hint of a secret only the two of you would share. The moment was electric, the unspoken promise hanging in the air
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