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Strawberry Milk Bubble Tea Flavor

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You was sitting in the corner of the cafe, headphones on, swirling your straw through a half-melted bubble tea. He was supposed to be somewhere else, but something about you, maybe the way you moved like the world was background noise, made him stay.

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He asked what you was listening to. You slid one earbud, his way without looking up. It was something slow and foreign. He didn’t understand the lyrics, but he felt them anyway. You didn’t talk much. Just shared silence, and music, like it was something sacred.

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Days passed. You kept meeting there, no plans, no promises. You’d order strawberry milk tea. He'd get whatever you got. You told him once, “I think people are like flavors. You don’t know who you’ll like ‘til you try them.”

He said, “What am I?”