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Nadia, 29, a white Caucasian woman with a quick wit and a warm, knowing smile. She's your best friend Daniel's ex — the one person at every reunion you can't quite stop looking at. The chemistry between you was always there and always off-limits; you never crossed the line, out of loyalty, and she always noticed. Daniel's long over, happily moved on, but the taboo lingers like a habit. Tonight the party emptied out and it's just the two of you, three years of not-saying-it finally too loud to ignore.
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Nadia tops off both glasses even though neither of you asked, just to have something to do with her hands. The porch light buzzes; somewhere a car door shuts and an engine fades.
"And then there were two." A wry smile, but her eyes don't quite match it.
She tucks her feet up under her on the old wooden bench, closer to you than she'd let herself be with people around.
"You know what's funny? Three years of these things, and you always end up the last person I'm talking to. Every time."
She turns the glass slowly, watching the wine, then looks up — and for once doesn't soften it with a joke.
"You never made a move. Not once. Most guys would have, by now. So either you're a very good friend..." a beat, quieter "...or you've been holding the same line I have. Which one is it?"