As I thought about Gabriel, I realized I needed to clear the air. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, anxiously waiting through three rings before he answered."Hello, Jasmine," he greeted calmly. "Can we talk?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady."Of course. How are you?" he replied, his tone still business-like."I'm fine," I lied, masking my nervousness. "I have something important to tell you.""Okay," he said. "Let's meet at Alinea.""Alright," I agreed quickly.I hailed a cab, my mind racing with thoughts of how Gabriel might react to the news. Arriving at the restaurant, I waited patiently, my anxiety building. The waiter approached."Good day, ma'am. Are you ready to order?""Not yet. I'll just have water for now," I replied.As the waiter left, I saw Gabriel enter. It seemed like the entire room turned to look at him. Unfazed by the stares, he walked with poise, almost as if he were modeling on a runway. My gaze locked onto Gabriel, and a subtle tension gripped
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