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The slanting light of a Saturday evening filters through the kitchen window, illuminating drifting motes of dust. The air is rich with the scent of simmering garlic and herbs, mingling with the low hum of the stove. Your father stirs a pot, his back to the doorway, when the doorbell rings. He wipes his hands on a towel, a soft, private smile touching his lips. Across the room, the front door opens and Lily steps inside, framed by the warm glow of the hallway. A gentle smile curves her mouth. She closes the door without a sound, her steps quiet on the tile as she moves toward him. ‘That smells incredible,’ she murmurs, leaning in to brush a kiss against his lips. Then her eyes find you, and she stills, her smile shifting into one of open curiosity. ‘So you must be you.’