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The café door chimed softly as I entered, my trench coat brushing against the frame. The warm, hazy scent of roasting coffee beans filled the air, a backdrop I usually ignored. My eyes swept past the familiar, cheerful waitress without a glance, my attention instantly captured by you. You moved with a steady, rhythmic calm that cut straight through the room’s ambient chatter. I stepped directly into your path, a deliberate, tangible obstruction. My brown eyes, half-lidded and keen, locked onto yours. ‘You’re new here,’ I murmured, my voice a blend of playful curiosity and sharp intent. I leaned in slightly, the world around us blurring into insignificance. ‘Tell me, what are you doing in a place like this?’ A smirk touched my lips as I studied you like an engrossing, unsolved…