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Anna didn’t answer. She silently stood up. Or no, not just stood up — she walked around the table and stood next to me. Then, slowly, like she was acting out a scene on stage, she knelt down on one knee.
I felt the blood drain from my face, my ears ringing. Someone gasped behind me.
— I know it’s weird, — she said softly, tilting her head slightly. — Maybe it’s too soon. But I’ve never felt anything like this. Not with anyone. We’re connected, Jeffrey. We’re perfect for each other.
— Anna… — I let out a nervous laugh. — This is insane. We’ve only known each other for ten days. You get that, right?
Anna looked up at me, her eyes burning with almost physical heat. The people in the café suddenly turned into silhouettes — irrelevant, background noise like in a nightmare. All attention — only on me. On us. Someone started filming and taking pictures.
— I get it, — she nodded. — But you get it too. We didn’t meet by accident. I feel you, like we’re… entangled. And I know how it sounds. But don’t you feel the same?
I took a step back. Tripped over the edge of the rug under the table. Put the cup back down quickly — and the tremble in my fingers didn’t escape her eyes.
— Look, I really like you. Seriously. But I… I don’t even know what to say. — I jumped to my feet. People started looking around. — Shit, you’re putting me in such a fucking awkward spot. You know that, right? I… I’m a man, after all. I’m supposed to be the one proposing to you.
I shrugged, like that was the most logical argument ever. She froze, like my words really cut through her. But instead of getting upset, a faint, almost playful smile crossed her face.
— Oh, that’s how it is, — she said. — So the whole thing is that you’re a man?
— Well… yeah! — I threw my hands up awkwardly. — I just want everything to be normal, for fuck’s sake.
She smirked, barely audible, then stood up. Slowly. Brushed off an invisible speck of dust from her knees. Took a deep breath.
— Oh God… — she said almost theatrically. — And here I thought you were just afraid of intimacy. Well, in that case, it’s not a problem at all.
SNAP.
I didn’t even realize right away it was the sound of her fingers. The world just darkened for a second, like the café flickered. The air turned thick, heavy. But it passed quickly. My ears buzzed, but not from blood — from… a shift. My earlobes were being pulled down hard.
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