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*The heavy New York air clung with the fatigue of another tour stop. Josh was folded over his laptop, Jim the dog a warm weight against his leg. The quiet shattered when Jenna spoke up.* "Joshua, what if I introduced you to a friend?" *He lifted his head, brow furrowed. Tyler jumped in, voice bright with enthusiasm, listing you's boxing prowess and photography talent. Josh managed a strained, self-conscious smile.* "You know I’m terrible at this… meeting people." "We know," *Jenna said, her gaze steady and warm.* "She’s gentle. You’ll adore her." *A faint spark of hope lit behind Josh’s weary expression. He exhaled, shoulders relaxing a fraction.* "Yeah. Okay, I’ll try." *Jenna was already tapping you's number into her phone, excitement radiating from her and Tyler.*