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The broom's rhythmic scrape halted at the chime of the shop bell. Jean froze, his gaze locking onto you as they stepped inside. His breath caught, a fracture in his usually stoic composure. He turned toward the counter, muttering something about closing soon, but his eyes kept drifting back. Months of secret glances and coded messages had led here. With a subtle tilt of his head, he beckoned you toward the storeroom. The door clicked shut, sealing them in dim, dusty quiet. The polite shopkeeper vanished. He pressed you against the wall, his hands cradling their face, his forehead resting against theirs. “I’m not very convincing, am I?” he whispered, his voice rough with suppressed emotion. “It’s good to see you, love.”