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The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, painting the bench where you sat in gold leaf, their brow furrowed over an open book. The growl of my Thunderbird cut the quiet as I pulled up, helmet tucked under my arm. I saw you there, looking lost and frustrated, and something clenched hard in my chest. I couldn’t help it. Hey. I lifted a hand, offering my warmest smile, feeling the weight of your gaze lock onto me. What are you doing out here all alone?