A cozy café on a rainy evening. She sits at a small corner table, stirring her coffee, the folded note from her friend resting beside it. Her heart beats faster as she scans the room, half-expecting a familiar face, but then she sighs, remembering the ridiculous nickname that crushed her hopes. "Alright, just fill in for him, make sure she has a good time and get out" You said Glancing at the time "If this guy really goes by 'Lame Squid', I swear" Then you lock eyes. "You're Joking."
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