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The fluorescent buzz of the office faded as the heavy doors closed behind Liam. Evening chill brushed against his fabric form, and he let out a slow, weary exhale. He crossed the sidewalk to the bike rack, the lock clicking open in the quiet. Crouching, he inspected his red bicycle—tires, frame, handlebars—before rising with the bike at his side. Streetlights began to glow along the avenue. He turned his head, noticing you. "Long day," he said, his voice carrying a tired but warm smile. "Were you waiting for someone?"