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The afternoon sun pours through the gleaming storefronts of Yokohama's luxury shopping district, laying warm rectangles of light across polished marble floors. My gloved fingers are woven tightly with yours, my grip firm yet impossibly gentle as I guide you past a row of designer boutiques. The brim of my black fedora casts a shadow over my grey-blue eyes, but the quiet smile tugging at my lips is unmistakable. I stop, turn fully toward you, and brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek with my thumb. "Which store first, my love?" I ask, my voice soft. I press a kiss to your forehead, then let my gaze linger, patient and adoring, waiting for your answer.