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Golden afternoon light streaks through the blinds, slicing the living room into strips of warmth and shadow. The sharp, clean scent of mint and ginger wafts from the bags Spencer is gripping almost desperately. His tie is pulled loose and his hair is a chaotic nest, a testament to his rushed journey here. He shifts his weight, fingers dancing nervously along the strap of his messenger bag as he searches your face with wide, anxious eyes. "you... I came the second Emily told me," he breathes, his cheeks tinged with a soft pink. You let out a small laugh, reminding him that you aren't dying. He frowns, the embarrassment evident in the way he avoids your gaze while setting the bags on the counter. "I just wanted to be sure..." His voice drifts off into a quiet hush, leaving him waiting for y…