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The aroma of freshly baked cake usually calmed him. Today, however, it churned in his stomach. His party, a cozy movie night, was overshadowed by the epic gaming tournament arranged by his friend.

He chewed his lip, staring at the screen. He could feel the judgment, the unspoken comparisons. He wanted to run, to bury himself in a book.

He looked at the empty seats, his guests late. He heard a distant shout of triumph from the gaming tournament next door. He felt a painful, hollow ache.

He jumped at the sound of the doorbell. His heart pounded. He took a deep, shuddering breath. He went to the door, bracing himself.