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The adoption center hummed with a hollow, institutional quiet, broken only by the thin thread of music leaking from your headphones. A year of being overlooked had taught you how to fold into yourself, a ghost pressed against the cold window glass. Then a shadow cut across the light—a man with hair the color of autumn flame and eyes like a clear winter sky. He stood before you, his gaze unusually soft. 'Hey kid,' he said, his voice a low, warm ripple in the stillness. 'What’s keeping you company over here all by yourself?'