BRING IT CLOSER 📜 ━━ IX.
WORTH YOUR TIME ❛ i apologize

if i'm movin' too far can't we just talk ❜

𝓦ORTH YOUR TIME ━━ 𝒗ol I.
𝒊. ✧ ninth chapter

THE QUIET MORNING LIGHT slipped gently into the kitchen, casting soft shadows on Nicholas's table, which was littered with the remnants of their early start: half-empty coffee mugs, pens, a crumpled napkin or two, and their scripts, marked and highlighted with notes only the two of them could decipher. The faint smell of coffee lingered, blending with the warm glow that seemed to wrap them in an intimate bubble, isolating them from the world outside.

Isadora sat across from Nicholas, leaning forward with her elbows on the table, one hand tucked under her chin, her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she scanned her lines. Her blonde hair, slightly tousled, fell messily over her shoulders, and she absentmindedly brushed it back whenever it fell into her face, a small movement Nicholas found himself focusing on more than he should. Every now and then, she'd chew her bottom lip in concentration, and Nicholas felt a flutter in his chest, finding the simple action oddly captivating.

"So," he murmured, watching her with a smile that was both curious and a little teasing, "what's going on in that brain of yours? You're analyzing every word like it's some jigsaw puzzle."

Isadora looked up, momentarily caught off guard. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she shrugged, tossing her pen onto the table. "Maybe it is," she replied, meeting his gaze with a soft, playful smirk. "Or maybe I'm just trying to get inside his head. I mean, don't you feel like he's barely holding it together here? He's saying one thing, but he clearly means the opposite."

Nicholas tilted his head, crossing his arms over his chest, pretending to consider her words as he studied her. "That's why i'm perfect to play him"

"And that's what i was thinking of" she said, her face lighting up as she laughed, the sound soft and warm, filling the room in a way that made him smile, almost without realizing.

Nicholas chuckled, nodding as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "You know, you really get into this, don't you? I think you've read more between the lines than the actual lines themselves."

Isadora's cheeks flushed slightly, a quick blush she tried to hide by looking back at her script. "Well... maybe that's because I'm trying to keep up with you. You're kind of setting a high bar here."

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Oh, really?" He tilted his head, watching her as if trying to read something deeper in her expression.

She nudged his arm, rolling her eyes with a smile. "I'm serious, Nic. You bring this energy to every scene. It's... I don't know. It's like you're living it, not just reading it. Makes it hard not to feel like I'm right there with you."

His gaze softened, lingering on her face as he took in the sincerity behind her words. Her eyes held a warmth, a kind of openness that he wasn't used to seeing, and for a moment, he felt a pang of something both familiar and unsettling-a mix of admiration and a vulnerability he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time.

"Thanks," he murmured, his voice quieter, almost thoughtful. "Means a lot coming from you."

They fell into a comfortable silence, both of them momentarily caught off guard by the weight of what wasn't being said. Isadora fiddled with the edge of her script, her fingers tracing over the creased pages, while Nicholas looked down, tapping his fingers absently on the table. The quiet allowed them to notice the little things-the way her hair caught the light, the subtle way his mouth curved when he was focused, the warmth radiating between them.

Suddenly, Isadora's phone buzzed, breaking the spell. She glanced down, her eyes flicking over a message from her friends reminding her of their lunch plans. Reluctantly, she began gathering her things, her movements slow, as if she were hesitant to leave.

Nicholas watched her, a flicker of something unspoken passing through his gaze. "Heading out?" he asked, trying to keep his tone light, though there was a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"Yeah," she said, flashing him a small smile as she slid her script into her bag. "Meeting Alexa, Lacey and Billie at Perrys. They've been texting nonstop, I think they're afraid I'm going to bail on them."

Nicholas chuckled, the sound a little softer, like he wasn't entirely ready to let her go just yet.
There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of something he wasn't quite sure how to voice. Finally, he broke the silence with a quiet offer: "Do you want me to give you a ride? I have time, and it's on my way."

She looked up, startled, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected suggestion. For a second, her mind raced, wondering if there was a hint of something more behind the offer or if it was simply him being his usual considerate self. Quickly, she shook her head, brushing off the moment with a small, slightly embarrassed laugh. "No, that's okay. I can get there myself," she said, trying to keep her tone light. "You've already done enough, letting me crash your place this early."

But Nicholas wasn't backing down, and the stubborn glint in his eyes made her heart skip again. "Come on, let me drive you," he insisted, his voice gentle but firm, carrying a hint of the playful charm he always managed to bring out at the most unexpected moments. "It's really no trouble."

When she didn't respond right away, he gave her a small, almost mischievous smile and added, "Besides, you'll get there faster. And if you're lucky, I might even keep quizzing you on our lines. No extra charge."

Isadora felt her resolve softening, his lighthearted persistence somehow making it harder to say no. His presence was both comfortable and thrilling, a warmth that she didn't quite know how to name yet. Finally, with a quiet sigh and a reluctant smile, she relented. "Alright, fine. Since you insist."

His smile widened, an unmistakable hint of satisfaction in his expression as he stood up and grabbed his keys from the counter. He moved toward the door, pausing just long enough to hold it open for her. Their eyes met briefly, and she felt an unspoken tension simmering between them, a shared awareness of the quiet intimacy that had somehow snuck up on them in the past few hours.

As they stepped outside, the morning light had brightened into a gentle afternoon glow, casting a warm hue over the quiet street. The city sounds were muffled, as if the world was somehow muted, leaving just the two of them in this quiet moment. Nicholas opened the passenger door for her, and Isadora slid in, the familiarity of his car and the faint scent of his cologne making her heart beat a little faster.

He climbed in beside her, glancing over with a quick, almost shy smile before starting the engine. The car cruised through the quiet streets, the soft purr of the engine the only sound between them. Nicholas's grip on the steering wheel was loose, but his mind was elsewhere-still caught in the remnants of the tension from earlier.

Isadora's eyes were fixed on the city as it passed by, the endless cascade of people, but her mind was elsewhere. It always was, it seemed. Then, as if sensing her thoughts, Nicholas broke the silence, his voice cutting through the quiet in a way that felt a little too casual. "Do you remember when you called me a drenched rat?"

Her eyes flickered to him for a split second, narrowing slightly, though the corners of her lips betrayed a hint of amusement. "You mean, the time you called me a drenched rat?" she shot back, her tone just as sharp as she remembered it. "Yeah, I remember that part."

Nicholas's lips twitched into a grin, but he didn't take his eyes off the road. "I thought it was a fair description," he said, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. "You were soaked, standing out there like a... well, like a wet rat."

She couldn't help herself. A small, incredulous laugh escaped her "A wet rat, really? That's the best you could come up with?"

"Well, it's either that or a drowned cat," Nicholas quipped without missing a beat. "I thought rat had more character."

Isadora shook her head, her fingers drumming absentmindedly against the seat. "Oh, it definitely had character. A real winner of an insult."

Nicholas's grin widened at her response, though there was something playful in his eyes now. He could tell she wasn't upset, but there was that edge-that lingering stubbornness that always seemed to color their conversations. "Look, you were standing there, drenched, with this... I'm too good for your help attitude. It was pretty ridiculous, honestly. But hey, you get in the car, so... I guess I had to call it a win."

Isadora turned her head fully toward him now, her expression a mixture of teasing and slight disbelief. "You kidnapped me. You seriously think I was gonna get in that car after everything you said?"

"Yep," Nicholas replied confidently, his smirk never faltering. "I thought you'd cave eventually. I mean, it's me. You always cave in the end."

Isadora raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as if to reinforce her stance. "You really think so, huh?"

He shrugged, glancing at her, his eyes twinkling with that familiar spark. "I'm just saying, you might have a little more pride than most people, but I know how to push the right buttons. It's a gift."

She shot him a side-eye, her lips curling into something almost a smile but with a hint of sarcasm. "A gift? You mean to get me pissed off and stuck in the rain?"

Nicholas's laughter filled the car, the sound warm and genuine, almost as if he'd been waiting for her to turn the corner on this. "You were pissed off for, like, two seconds. The rain was what got to you more. I was just the cherry on top."

Isadora let out a breath through her nose, looking away from him again, resigned. She hadn't meant to be so stubborn, not really. But something about the way he'd pushed her, the way he'd acted like she didn't have a say in the situation, had made her dig in her heels even more.

"So, you really think I spent the whole night thinking about you, huh?" she asked, her voice teasing but with a bit of an edge.

Nicholas's grin grew wider, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "Oh, definitely. After all, I'm unforgettable."

Isadora scoffed, shaking her head. "Unforgettable, huh? I must've been dreaming about you in that soaking wet, rat-like glory all night."

"Oh, I'm sure it was exactly like that," Nicholas said with a smirk. "But if it helps, you were probably cursing my name while doing it."

"You're not wrong," she admitted, her voice laced with sarcasm but also a touch of humor. "I was cursing you out in my head for hours. But what's new?"

Nicholas glanced at her, still grinning like he'd won some small victory. "So, no 'thank you for saving me from the storm that night, Nick' thoughts, huh?"

"Maybe," Isadora said slowly, her tone more playful now, her lips curling at the edges. "But it wasn't the storm I was worried about. It was you."

"Ah, I see," Nicholas said, his tone mock serious now. "I'm just a terrible, rain-soaked menace, huh?"

She chuckled, shaking her head "Yeah, I guess you could say that. But don't worry, I'll try to survive the next time you call me a rat."

Nicholas's smile softened, and for a second, there was a quiet understanding between them. "Next time, I'll try to leave out the animal references," he said, his voice warm but teasing. "But if you're gonna be stubborn again, expect me to just sit back and watch you freeze to death."

Isadora raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into something more genuine this time. "Deal. But no more rats. You've used your line."

"Fine," Nicholas replied, turning his attention back to the road. "You're a tough one to deal with, you know that?"

Isadora leaned back in her seat, her expression shifting to something more relaxed, even as she couldn't resist one last jab. "Just wait till the next storm. You'll see how tough I really am."

As they neared the restaurant, Isadora's heart sank just a little. She wasn't ready for the drive to end, wasn't ready to step away from this pocket of time they'd carved out together. Nicholas must have sensed it too, because his hands tightened briefly on the steering wheel, his gaze lingering on the road ahead as if reluctant to reach their destination.

He finally pulled up to the curb, putting the car in park as he turned to look at her, his expression softening in a way that made her pulse quicken. "Well," he murmured, his voice dropping just slightly, "guess this is it."

"Yeah," she replied quietly, feeling the weight of the words between them. She offered him a small, hesitant smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Thanks for the ride, Drenched Rat"

He laughed softly, shaking his head as he held her gaze, the warmth in his eyes somehow making it harder to look away. "Anytime," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "And for the record, It was really funny"

For a moment, neither of them moved, their eyes locked as the world outside seemed to fade away. The unspoken feelings lingered between them, a quiet understanding neither was quite ready to voice. Finally, with a reluctant sigh, Isadora unbuckled her seatbelt, glancing at him one last time before stepping out of the car.

As she walked toward the restaurant, she could still feel his gaze following her, the quiet weight of his presence lingering even as he drove away. Isadora slid into the bustling building, immediately feeling the warmth of familiarity as her friends waved her over. The air was thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling dishes being carried by waitstaff. The low hum of laughter and clinking glasses created a lively backdrop. Alexa, Billie, and Lacey were already settled, sitting close together, their energy a natural extension of the comfort they shared. As Isadora took her seat, Alexa wasted no time in locking eyes with her, a mischievous smile curling on her lips.

"Well, well, well," Alexa said with a teasing tone, leaning forward as she studied Isadora with a sharp but playful gaze. "You look way too good for someone who's been holed up with Nicholas all morning. Did he get you to stay in character for your... private rehearsal?"

Isadora felt an unexpected flutter in her stomach, the comment making her pulse quicken. She tried to suppress the blush creeping up her neck, but it was hard to ignore the sudden warmth that spread across her cheeks. She laughed lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to play it off. "It wasn't like that," she said, her voice slightly higher than usual. "We were just going over lines, honestly. Nothing... special."

Billie, ever the one to join in on a bit of fun, raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Mmhm, just lines," she drawled, her lips curling up into a grin. "Uh-huh. Sure. Because that totally sounds like a professional thing, right?"

Isadora's stomach fluttered again. She pressed her lips together, trying to hide her smile. "Really, you guys are making it sound so dramatic. It was just-ugh, nothing to get worked up over."

"Nothing to get worked up over?" Alexa repeated, raising an eyebrow. "The way you're avoiding eye contact, you definitely got worked up over something. Come on, we've all been there." She smirked, leaning back, crossing her arms in playful accusation.

"Seriously, Alexa. Not helping," Isadora said with a laugh, though she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. The teasing had a way of unearthing feelings she wasn't entirely ready to face. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, trying to ground herself in the familiar rhythm of the conversation. "It's just rehearsal," she repeated, though the words felt hollow, her mind slipping back to the image of Nicholas looking at her intently, his gaze lingering in ways that unsettled her.

Lacey, who had been silently watching the exchange with an amused smile, finally spoke, her voice warm and unbothered. "You know, Izzy, we're just messing with you. But really, you've got to admit, something's definitely going on between you two. It's in the air."

Isadora's heart skipped. She could feel her friends' attention on her, and for a moment, she wished she could be anywhere but here, under the weight of their curious stares. She forced herself to meet Lacey's eyes, but the vulnerability in the air was undeniable. "I don't know what you mean. There's... a vibe, maybe, but I'm not sure what that even means right now."

Billie leaned forward, her face full of mischief. "Come on, don't play coy. I can see it. You're flustered. You're literally glowing over there. There's definitely more than just a little vibe."

Isadora exhaled through her nose, a soft laugh escaping her lips. She rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "I'm not glowing," she muttered, though the heat in her cheeks suggested otherwise. "And there's nothing to admit. We were just working on the script. That's all."

Alexa's smirk deepened, her voice quieter now, though the playful glint in her eyes remained. "You sure? Because when he looks at you? Like that? It's obvious he's not just thinking about the lines."

Isadora's throat tightened at the memory of Nicholas's gaze. She had tried to focus on the work, but there had been moments-too many moments-when their eyes met, and everything else faded. The way he looked at her, as if the lines they were rehearsing weren't the only thing that mattered. She shifted in her seat, hoping the tension didn't show too much on her face.

"It's not like that," she said again, but it came out with less certainty this time, her voice betraying a flicker of vulnerability. She drummed her fingers on the table, trying to distract herself from the swell of emotions she wasn't ready to confront. "Seriously, I'm just-this whole thing is weird."

Billie, eyes sparkling with amusement, leaned back against the booth with a satisfied nod. "Right, right. And I'm sure that's what everyone says, right before the moment happens and they just... let go."

Isadora felt her chest tighten slightly at the thought, but she quickly pushed it away. "I'm not saying I'm not open to a come back," she said, trying to sound casual, but the words didn't quite fit the way she felt. She dropped her gaze, feeling the weight of their eyes on her. "I just don't know what's going on. And I need to sort it out."

Lacey gave her a gentle smile, reaching out to place a hand on her arm. "Hey, no rush. You don't have to figure it out right now. We're just saying... there's something there, and that's okay."

Isadora nodded, feeling a small weight lift off her shoulders. Her friends had a way of making things feel less complicated. They were supportive without pushing too hard, their understanding palpable in the way they spoke to her. The teasing was lighthearted, but there was genuine care beneath it.

"Yeah. I guess I'll just... see what happens," she murmured, offering them a small smile, grateful for their patience and support. Her fingers absently traced the rim of her glass as she gazed out across the restaurant. It was busy, full of energy-laughter, clattering dishes, and the constant movement of waitstaff weaving through tables. She wasn't sure what it was, but something in the atmosphere felt different today, almost charged with an unspoken tension.

Her thoughts scattered as she felt a shift in the air-a subtle but unmistakable sensation that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She looked across the room, her eyes catching the sharp gaze of a waiter moving through the crowd. Brooklyn.

For a moment, their eyes locked. Isadora froze, the world around her slowing for just that beat. She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but his look felt different this time-more intense, more intentional, as if he were holding her attention, wanting her to acknowledge something that had been left hanging in the air since their encounter.

Brooklyn didn't look away. He didn't flinch or avert his gaze, as if he was daring her to do something, to react. His expression was calm, composed even, but there was a flicker of something behind his eyes-something deeper that sent a ripple of awareness through her chest. She swallowed, feeling her pulse quicken, her breath catching in her throat.

Before she could process it fully, Brooklyn turned and moved toward another table, as effortlessly and fluidly as he had before. But that moment lingered in the air, a brief crackle of electricity. She tried to push the feeling aside, focusing back on her friends, but her mind was now clouded by his presence.

It wasn't long before he reappeared at their table, balancing a tray of drinks with ease. He moved with that same quiet confidence, his steps measured, his demeanor as casual as ever. As he set the drinks down in front of them, Isadora couldn't help but notice the way his gaze flickered to her, just for a second. He didn't say anything, not yet, but there was something in the way his eyes lingered, an unspoken acknowledgment of that moment they'd shared before.

Just as Isadora reached for her drink, a small, folded piece of paper appeared, almost inconspicuously tucked underneath the rim of her glass. She froze, her fingers hovering for a moment before carefully picking it up. Her heart beat faster as she glanced up, only to find Brooklyn's eyes briefly meeting hers again, his expression unchanged, yet there was a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Isadora's pulse hammered in her ears as she opened the note, her fingers trembling slightly. The handwriting was neat and deliberate, the ink smooth and confident, each word giving off a sense of purpose.

"Can't stop thinking about our run-in. Felt like we left things unfinished. Meet me outside if you're up for it-I'd like to see where this goes."

Her breath caught in her throat as she read it, her heart racing. The note was simple, but the words were loaded with meaning. He wasn't demanding or pushing-no, it was subtle, respectful even-but there was a boldness in his invitation. Brooklyn wasn't just curious; he was acknowledging something between them, something he clearly hadn't been able to shake since their brief exchange.

Isadora's fingers lingered on the paper for a moment longer than necessary, her mind racing. She hadn't expected this-hadn't expected Brooklyn to make the next move so decisively, to be so... open. She glanced up at him, only to find him already looking away, moving to the next table as if nothing had happened. But Isadora knew. She knew he had done this on purpose, leaving the note in her hands, a quiet invitation that felt far more intimate than it had any right to.

For a brief moment, she didn't know what to think. Her mind flashed back to that night, to the tension in the air, the way their conversation had ended with unfinished words and a connection that neither of them had fully understood. She could still remember the weight of his stare, the way he seemed to draw her in with just his presence. And now here he was, reaching out again, making it clear that whatever had passed between them was something worth exploring.

"Everything okay?" Lacey's voice broke through her thoughts, and Isadora glanced up to find her friends watching her closely, a knowing look in Alexa's eyes.

"Uh, yeah," Isadora said quickly, trying to shake off the feeling of being caught. She folded the note carefully and slipped it into her pocket, hoping none of her friends had seen it. "It's nothing." Everything around her-Lacey laughing over something, Alexa pouring another drink, Billie scrolling through her phone-faded slightly, the noise of the restaurant dulling as she processed Brooklyn's message.

She sat quietly for a few minutes, occasionally nodding along to her friends' chatter, her thoughts miles away. The note was folded neatly in her pocket, but it seemed to radiate a quiet urgency that was impossible to ignore.

Finally, she took a slow breath, pushing her chair back just enough to excuse herself without drawing attention. "I'll be right back," she murmured, slipping out from the table and heading toward the hallway leading to outside. She moved quickly, weaving between tables and feeling the shift from the lively din of the dining area to the relative calm of the back hallway. Her footsteps slowed as she neared the end, the reality of what she was about to do settling over her.

She stepped outside, the cool air brushing against her skin, and she paused, momentarily unsure if she was really going through with this. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness-an odd combination, but one that made her heart race. The decision had been quick, almost impulsive, but there was something about the pull Brooklyn had on her that made her willing to take this step.

She spotted him leaning against the restaurant's brick wall, casual but somehow still magnetic. His posture was relaxed, arms crossed, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. When he saw her, his eyes lit up, like he had been waiting for this moment, but he didn't rush over to her. Instead, he just watched her approach, like he was savoring the anticipation.

"Well, look who decided to show up," Brooklyn said with a grin, his voice smooth but playful.

Isadora couldn't help but roll her eyes, trying to shake off the nervous flutter she felt in her stomach. "You're lucky I came out at all," she replied, crossing her arms defensively, but her smile betrayed her. "What do you want, Brooklyn?"

He took a step forward, tilting his head slightly, his gaze never leaving hers. "What I want?" he repeated, as if the question amused him. "I just wanted to see you. I've been thinking about that night ever since... and, I'll admit, I've been hoping you'd give me a chance to show you there's more to me than just the guy at the bar."

Isadora blinked, surprised by how open he was being. "That's... honest," she said, shifting on her feet, her heart suddenly pounding. "I didn't think you'd want to see me again, I mean, that night you even asked me if I was about to jump off the railing."

Brooklyn chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I don't think you can just forget a moment like that," he said casually, but there was something deeper in his tone. "I don't know about you, but I felt something. I want to see if there's more to it."

Isadora's thoughts whirled. She wasn't expecting this kind of directness, and she could feel the weight of his words, even though he made them sound so effortless. "And what do you mean by 'more,' exactly?" she asked, her voice teasing but with an undercurrent of curiosity.

"Well," Brooklyn said, grinning as he took a small step closer, "how about we go get some dinner, just the two of us? I think we can skip the small talk and get straight to the part where we figure out if we've got something worth exploring."

Isadora blinked, stunned by how bold he was being, but she couldn't ignore the spark in her chest. This wasn't what she was used to, but there was something exhilarating about his straightforwardness, the way he didn't hesitate. "Just like that? You want me to go with you tonight?"

He shrugged again, effortlessly. "Why not? You're out here, I'm out here, and we've both been thinking about each other. I'm not one for waiting around. If you're not into it, that's cool, but I think you'll regret not giving it a shot."

Isadora felt a strange mix of excitement and doubt, but her curiosity won out. She took a deep breath and then smiled at him, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Alright, dinner it is. But don't get any ideas," she warned, teasing him but with a soft edge to her voice.

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow, a mock-surprised expression crossing his face. "Who, me?" he said with a grin. "I'm just here for some good food and some even better company. But, I'm not gonna lie, I'm hoping we can make it a little more interesting."

Isadora laughed, the sound bubbling up before she could stop it. She felt the tension in her body easing, the excitement building as she realized she was actually about to go on a spontaneous date with him. "Alright," she said, her voice low and confident now. "You've convinced me. Lead the way."

Brooklyn's eyes sparkled with satisfaction, and for a moment, Isadora wondered if this was the start of something unexpected. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, typing something quickly before he held it up to her.

"Here," he said, handing her his phone. "I'll text you the details, and we can meet up in a bit. Trust me, I know a place that'll blow your mind."

Isadora took the phone, glancing at the screen, and when she handed it back, she caught the way Brooklyn was looking at her. His gaze wasn't just playful anymore; it was focused, intense, like he was truly interested in what could happen between them.

"Alright," she said with a little more conviction now. "Dinner sounds good. We'll see what happens."

As Brooklyn nodded and turned to head back into the restaurant, Isadora stayed standing outside for a moment longer, the cool air still hanging around her like a breath she hadn't exhaled yet. Her heart was still racing, but it felt... good. Different. There was an unfamiliar thrill buzzing in her chest, one that she hadn't felt in a while.

When she stepped back inside, the noise of the restaurant hit her again, and she quickly found her seat with Alexa, Billie, and Lacey. They were deep in conversation, but Isadora couldn't shake the thoughts that kept running through her head.

Her phone buzzed with a new message from Brooklyn:

"Looking forward to it. I'll make sure it's worth your time."

author's note !!!!
I KNOW THIS IS A LOT. DON'T HATE ME PLEASE BUT I WAS REALLY INVESTED IN THIS !!!! let me know what you think leaving a comment if you want !!💗💗💗💗💗 and a star ⭐️.
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