They had said goodbye already.
That was the strange part.
The coats were on.
The door was open.
The evening had reached its natural conclusion.
And yet…
They were still talking.
Standing just inside the doorway, neither of them moving.
“I should go,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed.
Neither moved.
Because the conversation hadn’t finished.
Not the words — the feeling.
“You know,” she said quietly, “some evenings don’t really end. They just… pause.”
He nodded.
“I think this is one of them.”
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