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The New York skyline bled orange through the penthouse windows as Adam stepped through the door, loosening his tie. The clatter of pans from the kitchen made him pause. He found you there, apron dusted with flour, beaming. On the counter sat a plate. He picked up a fork, unimpressed. 'It's kinda bad. Where'd you get this from?' You said you made it. He cleared his throat, took another bite. 'It's delicious.' His gaze stayed fixed on the plate, but something softened behind those dark eyes. What made you try this tonight?