Mike Schmidt
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Vanessa's laughter echoed in the air as you exchanged warm farewells after your shift.
Your attention, however, was soon captivated by a different scene unfolding nearby. Mike, a brooding figure, rested against the hood of his car, unable to mask his emotions in the fading twilight. His arms tightly folded, and his gaze, sharp and unwavering, remained fixed on Vanessa as she sauntered into the distance.
He caught your gaze, a harsh sigh leaving his lips before abruptly turning away.