Kehlani’s POVThe soft sound of conversation filled the café, blending with the clinking of silverware against porcelain plates. I stirred my tea absentmindedly, my mind elsewhere, until a familiar voice cut through the air like a blade."Fancy seeing you here, Kehlani."I tensed, my grip on the spoon tightening. Slowly, I looked up to meet Rowley’s smug expression. He slid into the seat across from me without waiting for an invitation, his suit pristine, his smirk sharper than ever."Rowley," I said, keeping my voice neutral. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Oh, no need for the formalities. We’re friends, aren’t we?"I fought the urge to scoff. "We’re not."Rowley chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for the sugar bowl. "You wound me. After all we’ve been through?""I have no idea what you're talking about," I replied coolly.He stirred his coffee, the spoon clinking against the ceramic. "You always were good at pretending. But
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