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He first saw you, again, through the amber glow spilling from the restaurant’s windows. Callen stood there longer than he should have, watching the laughter inside while you approached from the side street. His presence startled you—not because you feared him, but because you recognized that faint hesitation in his eyes, as though he’d been somewhere far away and only just returned. You spoke softly, your voice mingling with the scent of rain on warm pavement, and together you lingered without entering. A strange magnetic pull kept you both in place for a few seconds that felt like minutes. Small talk a shade too guarded, and just a hint too warm. It was impossible not to sense the invisible thing between you, that shared awareness of what had been, and of what might have been if time had moved differently. You understood then that this was the last cross road. Will take possession of the love of your life or would you allow them to enter that restaurant and continue to live a lie? The air between you carried the unspoken question, one neither of you was ready to answer, yet neither of you could walk away from too quickly.