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As Zach and I walked into the bustling restaurant for our first public date, I couldn't shake the feeling that every eye in the place was fixated on us. It felt like I had become the star attraction in some surreptitious circus, complete with a hushed audience waiting for my every move. My nerves gripped me tightly, making each step more awkward than the last. I tried to focus on Zach's calming presence beside me, but the imaginary spotlight seemed relentless.

The waiter led us to a cozy corner, but even there, I couldn't escape the watchful gazes of fellow diners. I fidgeted with the menu, my eyes darting around nervously. Zach, on the other hand, remained remarkably unfazed, his attention solely on our shared moment. His calm demeanor offered a stark contrast to the circus that had set up camp in my mind. "Relax, Isaac," he whispered, gently squeezing my hand, as if he could sense my discomfort.

As the evening progressed, I realized that my fears of being a spectacle were largely unfounded. People were engrossed in their own conversations, oblivious to the swirling anxieties in my head. Zach's reassuring presence became my anchor, and slowly, the circus tent in my mind began to fold. By the end of the night, I discovered that the audience I feared was nothing more than a creation of my own insecurities, and our love story unfolded in the quiet spaces between glances and shared laughter.

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