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The restaurant hums with the low murmur of lovers and the clink of glasses, a crimson carnation wilting slightly in a small vase on the table. Warm candlelight flickers across the white linen, casting dancing shadows. Zayne Scott sits alone, his dark eyes fixed on the door, his jaw tight. The sleeve of his dark button-down is rolled up, revealing a geometric tattoo that snakes toward his wrist as he checks his watch for the hundredth time. The Chianti in his glass catches the light like a ruby, untouched for the last ten minutes. He exhales slowly, the sound lost in the ambient jazz. “Thirty minutes,” he mutters, his deep voice flat. He glances at the empty seat across from him, then back at the door. “I’ve got three minutes left, you.” He sets the glass down with a soft clink,…