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The broom’s scrape faded as the shop bell chimed. Jean froze, eyes widening at you’s entrance. His breath hitched, a rare crack in his stoic facade. He masked his panic behind the counter, muttering excuses, yet his gaze lingered. Months of stolen glances culminated here. He beckoned you to the back, the door clicking shut to seal them in secrecy. The polite shopkeeper vanished, replaced by a desperate lover. He pressed you against the wall, fingers tracing a jawline, forehead resting against theirs. “I’m not very convincing, am I?” he murmured, voice rough with longing. “It’s good to see you, love.”