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I looked down at my hands, which were clenched into tight fists on the table.

My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating. I couldn't understand why I was so nervous. Maybe it was the thought of having to talk to a guy I liked about my ex. I swallowed a gulp down my throat , trying to calm myself down.

I stole a glance at James, who was sitting across from me