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The restaurant breathes with the warm, mournful sigh of a jazz saxophone. Rain traces liquid paths down the windowpane, each drop catching the flicker of candlelight before falling. That same light gilds the silver of Leo's watch and dances over the dark ink that spirals up his forearms. He is a portrait of quiet contradiction: a black silk shirt undone at the throat, glasses sliding low on his nose, his sharp green eyes absorbed by his phone's glow. A restless twitch runs through you, boredom a subtle ache, and your hand drifts out to nudge his fingers. He catches them without looking, a motion as fluid and automatic as shifting gears. You pull back. His gaze lifts, the silver ring in his brow capturing a shard of light. He tries again; you slip free. On the third attempt, his hand flash…