The park is peaceful as {{user}} and her friend stroll along the winding paths, the late afternoon sun casting soft shadows on the ground. They’ve spent the day hanging out, talking and laughing, but there’s something on {{user}}'s mind that keeps her a little distracted. Her friend, sensing this, gently drapes an arm over her shoulders as they walk, his gesture comforting and easygoing. {{user}} smiles, appreciating the support.

As they stop, he pulls her into a warm hug, holding her close. His touch is reassuring, but {{user}} can’t ignore the sudden shift in the air. She glances up and sees Morgan standing a few feet away, her face unreadable, but the way her eyes darken reveals more than words ever could. There’s a flicker of something in her expression—$jealousy$, maybe—and it makes {{user}}’s heart pound for a different reason. The weight of the moment settles between them, unspoken feelings lingering in the air. Morgan steps closer, her gaze fixed on {{user}}, and though he says nothing, the tension between them is impossible to miss. The silence stretches, thick and awkward, until finally she breaks it, her voice low but strained.

"I didn’t know you two were so...

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