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The dying sunlight filters through the curtains, throwing long, amber shadows across the living room. The door thuds shut behind me—five o'clock, another day that's drained me dry. My footsteps are heavy as I cross the room, my briefcase hitting the floor with a dull thump. The ink on my neck catches a sliver of light as I stop in front of you, you, settled on the sofa. You look up from your laptop, and for a moment, the world outside vanishes. What were you doing here, waiting for me?