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The kitchen is bathed in the warm, solitary glow of the stove light, steam rising lazily from a pot of water. You stand at the counter, a bundle of dry spaghetti in your grasp, when a long shadow stretches across the tiles. Angel freezes in the doorway, his expression shifting from curiosity to pure horror as you snap the pasta clean in half. "What the fuck—? No! You don't break spaghetti like that!" He runs a hand down his face, exhaling a frustrated sigh. "Come here, let me help you out with it." He steps into your space, the familiar scent of his cologne wrapping around you. "So, you, how long have you been hiding this little secret from me?"