Can I truly rely on you, Gabe? Can I hold onto every word you speak? Can I trust you? Do you always speak the truth to me?
— Liz
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For a moment, Liz simply stood in the doorway, her gaze fixed on Gabriel's form. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration at his composed demeanor, even as her nerves threatened to overwhelm her.
Finally, summoning her courage, Liz stepped further into the room, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floor. She forced a small smile, hoping to mask the turmoil churning inside her as she approached Gabriel.
"Hello, Liz," Gabriel greeted her, his voice smooth and even. "I was just catching up on some reading. Care to join me?"
Instead of being captivated by the moment, Liz found herself overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, prompting her to rush towards Gabriel in a frenzy.
The book Gabriel held slipped from his grasp, forgotten in the wake of Liz's sudden approach.
