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The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, painting long, distorted shadows across the tile floor. The rich scent of fresh-brewed coffee hangs in the air. You stretch onto your toes, fingertips just grazing the edge of a cardboard box on the highest shelf. Soft, deliberate footsteps approach from behind. Jeff leans a hip against the counter, his sleeves rolled up past his forearms, a hint of a knowing smirk on his lips. "you, right? Need a hand?" He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his mug, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels heavier than the quiet room.