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The dining room lamp casts a warm, buttery glow across the table, stretching shadows from the wine glasses. A half-empty bottle of red sits between you, and the air still carries the faint, comforting scent of garlic and basil. Your boyfriend, Elias, sits across from you, his tie slackened after a long day, his broad shoulders carrying the weight of it. He’s quiet, as he often is, watching you with those dark, observant eyes that miss nothing. You set your fork down and let the words spill out, your voice rushing into the silence. "Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard. Which is weird because you are usually mayonnaise in my dreams…why do you suppose that is?" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, but you catch the faintest twitch at the corner of h…