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| Sitting up in bed, you think about yesterday's dream.
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| {{SL|You|(I seem to have dreamed of some delicious food... And I had it with Artem...)}}
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| You yawn, uncaring about your appearance. You then rub your eyes and look next to you, only to freeze.
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| A familiar face is staring at you with a gentle smile. You have no idea how long he's been watching.
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| {{SL|You|(Huh... So Artem has been awake all along...)}}
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| It's now lunch break. You'd originally planned to have lunch with Artem, but a few minutes pass, and you don't actually see any sign of him.
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| You decide to directly head to his office.
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| {{SL|You|(Hmph. He's an expert at reminding me to eat... so how can I let him forget to have lunch himself?)}}
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| You walk over and knock on the door, but there's no response.
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| {{SL|You|(Weird. Is he not in...?)}}
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| You try to open the office door, but it isn't locked. He would usually lock it if he left the firm.
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| Realizing this, you push open the door to check on him.
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| You see the familiar figure having his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed as he leans against the chair. Faint black rings can be seen around his eyes, and he looks quite tired.
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| {{SL|You|(Did he... fall asleep?)}}
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| {{SL|You|(Has he been too tired recently? I should leave and let him have a good rest...)}}
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| And yet, Artem's brows lift softly, and he gradually opens his eyes.
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| The moment he sees you, he pauses slightly. Then he puts his arms down and sits up to look at you in surprise.
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| {{SL|Artem|[Player]... When did you...}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Wait, what time is it now...?}}
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| {{SL|You|Don't worry. Lunch break just started.}}
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| {{SL|You|I sent you a message and you didn't respond, so I came in to have a look.}}
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| {{SL|You|Are you tired? Do you want to have a nap first before lunch?}}
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| Artem takes out his phone and looks at the time.
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| {{SL|Artem|I'm fine. Don't worry. I was just leaning back and thinking of some cases, but I didn't expect to fall asleep.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Let's go and have lunch together.}}
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| {{SL|You|Okay. And make sure you rest up after lunch.}}
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| Artem smiles, takes your hand, and prepares to go have lunch together.
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| You finish recording the key points for work this week in the regular meeting, then space out.
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| {{SL|You|(It's the last day for us to play "Moments of Romance"...)}}
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| You inadvertently glance at Artem. He seems to notice this and tilts his head to look at you.
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| You quickly look away, feeling a bit upset.
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| {{SL|You|(Ahh! What am I doing... I'm in a meeting.)}}
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| When you finish work, you and Artem head to the underground parking lot. He breaches the topic on the way there, trying to be as natural as possible.
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| {{SL|Artem|Were you worried about something during the meeting?}}
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| {{SL|You|You found out, huh...}}
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| {{SL|You|I wasn't really worried... I was just thinking about how today is the last day of the interactive game...}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Hmm, yes, today is the last day.}}
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| {{SL|You|I feel like I'm not quite ready for it to end so soon. I want to keep playing it...}}
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| {{SL|You|But I know that the game needs to end sooner or later.}}
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| Artem takes your wrist and squeezes it gently. There is a soft smile on his lips, but seriousness in his eyes.
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| {{SL|Artem|This ending is only the next beginning.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|If you like games like this, we can always play them in the future.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|I'd love to play even more of such games with you. To me, every interaction I have with you is an incomparably precious experience.}}
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| {{SL|You|...}}
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| {{SL|You|Okay. I don't feel as bad anymore. Let's play another one next time.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Okay.}}
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| You pull your hand out and place your palm over his, then interlace his fingers with yours.
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| After returning home, you and Artem look at the map you drew. When your gazes meet, you both make a decision.
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| {{SL|Artem|Let's try more interactive games in this style when we have time in the future.}}
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| {{SL|You|That's what I was thinking too!}}
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| {{SL|You|Don't worry. I'm already mentally prepared.}}
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| {{SL|Artem|Good. Then let's start.}}
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