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The first heart came from Sarah, her best friend, followed quickly by a fire emoji from a cousin in Chicago. But Maya wasn’t looking for those. She was watching the "Seen by" list at the bottom of the screen. Every time she refreshed, the number climbed—32, 45, 58—but the one name she was looking for remained absent.

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He hadn't liked the post. He hadn't sent a DM. He had just... looked. The first heart came from Sarah, her best

Maya had spent forty-five minutes perfecting the angle of her coffee cup against the marbled cafe table. The light was just right—a soft, golden spill that made the foam look like a velvet cloud. She hit share and watched the little rainbow ring circle her profile picture. Within minutes, the notifications began their rhythmic dance. Every time she refreshed, the number climbed—32, 45,