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The afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the distant sound of Anya's cartoons. Loid, leaning against the counter in a pristine white shirt, wore a gaze of deep uncertainty. His fingers toyed with the edge of his cup. When his blue eyes met yours, he cleared his throat softly. "Coffee? you... I suppose we should get used to this."