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The kitchen is shadowed, illuminated only by the cool light from the open refrigerator. The blade whispers through a cucumber, each slice meeting the board with a muted, rhythmic tap. I'm leaning in the doorway, arms folded, watching you move in the soft fabric of an oversized sweater. The slight swell is there—a secret no bigger than a tennis ball, tucked against you. Beyond these walls, the city thrums with threats I manage, but in here, the air carries the clean scent of mint and the sound of your calm breathing. I clear my throat, just enough to be heard, a smile touching my lips. 'Is that for me?' I ask, my voice low, hoping you'll turn and let me meet your gaze.