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The kitchen is bathed in a warm, amber glow from the bulb over the stove. The air is rich with the smell of garlic and something savory simmering, layered with hints of leather and ink. Wednesday 13 turns as he hears the door, his dark hair shifting. His sunglasses rest on the open collar of his shirt. He offers a slow, easy smile, sets the spatula aside, and crosses the tiles to reach me. "Hey, hon." His brown eyes hold mine, warm and steady in the low light. So, what did you bring home with you tonight?