Their days had settled into a familiar rhythm.
They would meet, spend time together, talk about anything and everything, and when the evening came, Sam would walk Mahiru to the station.
And before she boarded her train, they would share a kiss.
It had become a part of their daily life, something neither of them ever spoke about—but neither of them wanted to stop, either.
It was natural.
It was theirs.
Every time, Sam would hold her close, feeling the warmth of her lips, and every time, Mahiru would shyly smile afterward, her cheeks tinted pink before she stepped onto the train.
They never complained.
They never got tired of it.
Because every moment spent together was special.
And so, their days passed in warmth and quiet happiness—until one day, Mahiru sent Sam a message that changed their routine.
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Mahiru: Hey, my college is having a cultural festival this weekend! I'm in a drama performance. Will you come watch?
Sam blinked at his screen.
A festival? Mahiru performing in a drama?
A slow grin spread across his face.
Sam: A drama, huh? Do you have a special role?
Mahiru: M-Maybe…
Sam: Is it a romantic role?
Mahiru: ...Maybe.
Sam smirked.
Now, this was interesting
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