Now, the three of you — you, your mother, and him — are sitting together at the table, smiling awkwardly and exchanging polite conversations.
Suddenly, you feel something under the table — Khalix's foot brushes against your leg, lightly, deliberately. You glance at him in shock, but he keeps a straight face, pretending to listen to your mother.
Then, when your eyes meet, he mouths the words:
"I miss you."
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