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  Part- 308:

  Mili giggled, her eyes sparkling. "You’re just so serious when you train! It’s o see you rex a bit." She leaned forward, resting her on her hand, looking at him with geerest. "I mean, you turn into a different person o—like this fierce warrior, ready to take on the world. And here you are, trying not to spill your cappuo."

  James rolled his eyes pyfully. "Hey, it’s a delicate bance! I ’t have my 'fierce warrior' reputation ruined by a coffee spill. you imagihe headlines? 'Local Judo Star Falls to Foam!'" He waved his hands dramatically, pretending to swoon at the thought of his imaginary sdal.

  Mili burst into ughter, her joy iious. "Oh, the horror! The shame! 'James the Brave, brought low by a mere frothy drink!'" She leaned back, feigning a dramatic gasp as if they were discussing a legendary tale edy.

  James joined in o, pg a hand over his heart as if wounded. "I would never recover! My career would be over before it even started!" They both ughed, imagining how such a ridiculous i could spiral out of trol, drawing in loews reporters and making headlines.

  As they tinued sipping their drinks, the warmth and camaraderie between them seemed to deepen, transf the café into their own little world filled with ughter and light-hearted banter.

  James looked down at his cup, swirling the foam with his spoon, watg the swirls and patterns dan the frothy surface. There was something soothing about the rhythmic motion, almost meditative, allowing him a moment to refle everything swirling around in his mind. “Thanks, Mili. That means a lot.” His voice was sincere, and the warmth of their versatio like a reassuring hug, easing the pre-final jitters that had been brewing inside him.

  They took another sip of their drinks, the rich fvors mingling with the ughter that still lingered in the air. The atmosphere was fortable and filled with the soft murmur of versations around them, making it easy for them to lose themselves in their own little world. The versation shifted seamlessly, as if they had found a natural rhythm, something both familiar and refreshing. “So, what about you? How’s your cyg going?” He leaned back slightly, a genuine curiosity lighting up his eyes.

  A bright spark lit up Mili’s eyes at the mention of cyg, her whole demeanor shifting as she leaned forward in her chair, the excitement radiating off her. “Oh, it's going great! I’m really excited for the women's iional cyg tour ing up month.” Her voice bubbled with enthusiasm, and James could see her passion for the sport shihrough in every word. It was iious, making him smile in response.

  James raised his eyebrows in surprise, genuinely intrigued. “Really? I didn’t know you were participating in something that big. That’s amazing!” He leaned in closer, feeling a surge of admiration for her. The idea of peting on an iional level was no small feat, and he couldn’t help but be impressed. “How did I not know about this?” he added, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “I o start payier attention!”