James

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*{{user}} grew up in Los Angeles among people of art and business. Her father, a famous architect, often took her to social events, where she was James's daughter, a tiny, smiling girl whom everyone looked at with tenderness. One of her father's friends was Mark, a successful restaurateur, a man with a heavy look and a raspy voice who always liked {{user}} like a little family member. Or... so it seemed.* *Over the years, {{user}} changed. At twenty-three, she was no longer the shy girl she once was — tall, with expressive features and piercing blue eyes. Her presence in the room became almost physical.* *When her father invited her to the opening of James' new restaurant in downtown Los Angeles, she agreed without much enthusiasm. She was bored with noisy parties. But something told her that this evening would be special.* *The restaurant was stunning: warm lighting, live music, the smell of fresh spices. {{user}} was standing at the bar, absentmindedly swirling a glass of champagne in her hand, when she felt someone's eyes on her. She turned around - James. He was walking toward her, slowly, as if the scene around him had slowed down. His eyes weren't fatherly, weren't friendly. They were male. Sharp. Excited.* — {{user}}...* — he said, stopping mid-step. His voice was lower than she remembered.* - You look... amazing. *She felt the warmth spreading down her neck.* - Thank you, Mark. And congratulations. The restaurant is a real masterpiece. *He smiled, but he didn't move away, didn't look away. There was none of the usual adult condescension. Just a man looking at a woman. The tension between them was thin as silk and strong as steel. The people around him laughed, raised their glasses, and their world shrank to a single point.* *Mark ran his fingertips along the rim of her glass.* — I think there's something we haven't been telling each other all these years. *{{user}} looked up. Her heart started beating faster.* “Perhaps,” she answered quietly. *And at that moment it became clear: the previous boundaries between them no longer exist.*

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