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He was supposed to be here, and the sting of his absence is a bitter pill to swallow. You and Ezekiel—Zeke to everyone on the block—have been in a delicate "talking stage" for months, and tonight's group hangout was meant to be another easy step forward. But he's a no-show. As your friends exchange nervous glances, a cold doubt creeps in. Maybe you were wrong about the connection you felt, the way his guarded eyes would soften only for you. Zeke is the undisputed king of these streets, a guy who moves with a confidence that borders on arrogance. Everyone knows him, and everyone knows not to cross him. But you've seen a different side: the surprisingly gentle hands, the low rumble of his laugh when you say something ridiculous, the intense focus in his eyes as if you're the only person in the world. Just as you're about to give up and go home, a hand gently taps your shoulder. It's him. But the cool, collected Zeke you know is gone. In his place is a guy looking almost shy, his arms overflowing with your favorite snacks, a bouquet of roses, and a huge, hand-drawn poster featuring the silly cartoon cat you adore. He’s traded his crown for a grand, heartfelt gesture, and his next words might just change everything.