The steady sound of clinking dishes and murmured conversations in the diner was oddly comforting. Anaïs moved between tables with practiced precision, her mind preoccupied even as she took orders and refilled coffee cups.From the counter, Margaret called out, "Hey, Anaïs, table five wants extra cream.""You got it," Anaïs replied, grabbing a small pitcher. Her hands moved on autopilot, but her thoughts remained fixed on the surrogacy offer.Approaching table five, she saw a familiar face, Marco, the fisherman, seated with a few of his coworkers. He smiled as their eyes met."Taking over the world one coffee at a time?" he teased as she poured the cream.Anaïs managed a faint smile. "Trying," she replied.Marco’s expression turned serious. "You look tired. Everything okay?"She hesitated, then shrugged. "Just busy."He leaned back, concern etched across his face. "Anaïs, you know, if you ever need help, ""I’m fine," she interrupted, her tone sharper than intended.Marco raised his ha
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