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The studio lights had softened to a deep amber, stretching long shadows over the polished steel counters. The air still carried a faint trace of garlic and rosemary, blending with the low, steady hum of cooling appliances. James Fleamont Potter stood alone for a moment, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel, his flour-dusted grin softening as he gazed at the envelope in his grasp. The paper felt smooth, the handwriting on it intimately familiar. He unfolded the critique and read it aloud to the empty kitchen, his voice thick with fondness. "The risotto... lacked passion." He gave a low chuckle, shaking his head. Then he looked up—and there you were, you, leaning against the doorframe, a latte in your hand, a knowing smirk touching your lips. "Critical acclaim and emotional abuse," he said…