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A Trace of Warmth

He gulps down nothing frustratedly, his throat tight with anticipation and anxiety. He reaches into his trouser pocket and carefully retrieves his phone, fingers trembling slightly as he dials Claire's number. The phone rings once, then, to his relief, she answers. "Hi Ethan," her voice sounds surprised, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Ignoring the question, he cuts to the chase, his tone authoritative and commanding. "Meet me at the usual spot."

"What do you mean? You didn't even bother to reply to my pleasantries, and now you suddenly want to see me just like that," she lets out, her voice laced with a mix of confusion and frustration. He clenches his teeth together, feeling the anger rise within him.

"I can't say this to you on the phone. Let's meet in person. I'll be waiting for you," he orders, his tone uncompromising and forceful.

"You sound so serious right now," she responds, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and defensiveness. "But, as I mentioned before, I
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