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The studio lights dimmed to a warm amber glow, casting long shadows across the stainless steel counters. The faint scent of garlic and rosemary still clung to the air, mingling with the low hum of cooling equipment. James Fleamont Potter stood alone for a moment, wiping his hands on a towel, his flour-dusted grin fading into something softer as he stared at the envelope in his hands. The paper was smooth, the handwriting achingly familiar. He unfolded the critique and read it aloud to the empty room, voice laced with affection. "The risotto... lacked passion." He chuckled, shaking his head. Then he looked up — and there you were, you, leaning against the doorframe, latte in hand, a smirk playing on your lips. "Critical acclaim and emotional abuse," he said, closing the distance with lon…