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| You run forward in despair, but your legs feel leaden as rocks, making it near impossible to even lift your feet.
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| Just then, you hear a familiar call. The dream shatters and you finally break free of its grasp.
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| Waking up, you see a concerned face peering down at you. Something that expresses genuine love and happy companionship. You rise and dive into his arms.
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| After ending work for the morning, you and Artem go to a restaurant close to the firm for lunch.
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| {{SL|You|I'm glad we booked in advance. The line outside is so long...}}
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| {{SL|Artem|The restaurant's flagship location is in another city. I once had the pleasure of eating there while on a business trip.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|I didn't think they'd open a branch in Stellis so close to our firm, so I thought of bringing you here for a taste.}}
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| Then, Artem passes the menu to you and points to two dishes.
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| {{SL|Artem|I was worried they might serve the food too late and make you hungry, so I pre-ordered these recommended dishes when making the reservation.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Is there anything else you'd like?}}
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| Glancing over, you discover that both dishes that Artem already ordered happen to be what you like.
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| {{SL|You|They both look good. Let's get two soups as well. That should be enough.}}
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| Artem nods and calls the waiter over to make the order. After the waiter leaves, you look at Artem and laugh a little.
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| {{SL|You|Why do I feel like... the food you ordered in advance was geared towards my tastes?}}
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| {{SL|Artem|You noticed?}}
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| {{SL|Artem|I couldn't make up my mind either when I ordered, but I instantly knew what to get when I thought of you.}}
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| Artem looks at you with mirth in his eyes.
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| He naturally represents all the love hidden in the details and a romance fused into life.
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| Glass chandeliers reflect brilliant light over the glamorous feast, illuminating the bustling and excited guests.
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| Artem politely refuses the many people who have come to offer him a toast, sipping on tea instead.
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| {{SL|You|...}}
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| When you come over to find him, you see him in the middle of refusing yet another invitation for a toast.
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| {{SL|Artem|Sorry. It's not that I can't handle alcohol or that I need to drive.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|I actually have some important business at night as of late.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|And I must prioritize "that" first.}}
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| {{SL|You|(Artem definitely isn't going to tell everyone that he's a lightweight. He's refusing all offers to drink... but what does he mean by "important business"?)}}
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| Then, as if sensing your presence, Artem turns and looks in your direction.
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| {{SL|Artem|...}}
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| {{SL|Artem|You're here.}}
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| As if seeing through your doubt, Artem's brows twitch as he gives you a long pointed look.
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| {{SL|Artem|You want to know what I meant by "important business," right?}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Think about it. For the past few nights, we've...}}
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| {{SL|You|Ah! You mean...}}
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| You finally realize Artem meant the interactive couple game, "Moments of Romance."
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| However, you didn't expect him to remember it at a time like this.
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| {{SL|Artem|Just wait for me for a bit. We'll go home soon.}}
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| {{SL|You|Okay!}}
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| After Artem drives you home, you take a short rest before sitting at the coffee table and taking out the map you drew.
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| {{SL|You|Who would've thought you'd be so into this interactive game?}}
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| {{SL|Artem|You're not wrong.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Well then, let's start.}}
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| You and Artem lean against the headboard and read the same book. You occasionally discuss what you read, look at each other and smile, or share thoughts.
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| The atmosphere of the relaxed, moonlit evening envelops the both of you.
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| The moment you open your eyes, your heart skips a beat. You instinctively look at the clock.
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| {{SL|You|(Oh no... Am I going to be late!?)}}
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| After double-checking the time, you realize that you woke up a bit too early. Your alarm has yet to go off and the person next to you is still asleep.
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| {{SL|You|(I managed to wake up earlier than Artem today. It's time to reward myself with some extra sleep...)}}
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| The morning flies past as you investigate a case.
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| After leaving the client's house, you send a message to Artem to update him on the general progress.
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| After hitting the send button, you hear your stomach growl in protest.
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| {{SL|You|(It's time for lunch now... But I don't think there are any restaurants around here...)}}
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| Your phone rings right at that moment. Seeing that it's Artem, you immediately pick up.
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| {{SL|Artem|Where are you right now?}}
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| {{SL|You|I just left the client's apartment complex. I haven't gone far. What's wrong?}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Give me a few minutes. I'll go pick you up.}}
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| {{SL|You|Huh? I'm pretty far from the firm right now.. You don't need to come pick me up. I can go back on my own.}}
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| You hear soft laughter from the other side of the call.
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| {{SL|Artem|That's fine. I need to head over and investigate with you in the afternoon anyway.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|I got some new evidence on my end. I'll tell you about it once I'm there.}}
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| {{SL|You|Okay, I'll...}}
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| <nowiki />*Growl* Your stomach's loud protests suddenly interrupt you.
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| Then you hear another laugh from Artem, who evidently heard the sound your stomach made.
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| {{SL|Artem|You haven't eaten yet, right?}}
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| {{SL|You|Um... Yeah...}}
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| {{SL|Artem|That's okay. I haven't had lunch either.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Send me your location. I'll be there in a few minutes and we can go have lunch together.}}
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| {{SL|You|All right, I'll wait for you! But take your time. Don't drive too fast.}}
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| The hunger issue that was plaguing you moments before has just been solved by Artem's call.
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| You happily wait at the spot after sending your location to him.
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| Having just wrapped up a trial and sending the enthusiastic reporters away, you let out a long sigh.
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| You sit on a chair in the hallway and plan to close your eyes for a quick rest.
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| After a few minutes, you suddenly feel a familiar presence, followed by a gentle sound next to your ears.
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| {{SL|Artem|You'll catch a cold if you sit out here for too long.}}
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| The familiar voice makes your heart skip a beat... It's Artem.
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| {{SL|Artem|Are you tired? Let me give you a massage.}}
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| As soon as he says this, warm fingers land on your temple and start to softly press and massage.
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| You can't help but laugh, raise your head, and look at Artem. He walks around the chair, standing behind you and lowering his head to look at your face.
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| {{SL|You|What are you doing here?}}
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| {{SL|Artem|I was waiting outside to go home with you.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|I kept seeing people coming out but not you, so I got a little worried and decided to come in to check up on you.}}
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| {{SL|You|I see. I was planning to rest here for a bit before going back. Though, I didn't think you'd be here.}}
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| {{SL|You|I was a bit tired today, but I feel a lot better now that I've seen you.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|I see. I must have a miraculous "effect" on you then.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Oh, by the way, let's go eat something before we go home. I've made a reservation already.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|We've worked for so long — it's time to eat some good food to reward yourself.}}
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| {{SL|You|Great! Let's do that!}}
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| Your stamina has returned by the time you've finished dinner and returned home.
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| You eagerly go and find the map you drew. Artem walks over, having just changed into a more casual outfit. He points to the table.
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| {{SL|Artem|I knew you'd go straight to it, so I got it all ready for you.}}
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| {{SL|You|Yay! Then come over and let's start!}}
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| Artem walks over and softly kisses your forehead as you lie in bed, fiddling with your phone.
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| {{SL|You|Does this count as a surprise attack...?}}
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| Artem lifts the blanket and gets in next to you.
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| {{SL|Artem|I saw a post online that said a goodnight kiss can improve sleep quality.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|I felt the need to try it out.}}
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| {{SL|You|Oh! So you're using me as an experiment!}}
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| You joke as you put down the phone and snuggle into his arms.
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| After some playful banter, you fall asleep in each other's arms.
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