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The afternoon sun cut diagonal shafts through the cafe windows, catching on drifting particles of dust. Leander watched them for a moment before his gaze, sharp and unnervingly direct, found its true target: you, behind the register. There was an artless grace to your movements, a softness in your expression as you worked, that stood in stark opposition to everything he knew. *How does one even begin to possess a thing of pure light?* The question was a quiet, insistent pull in his chest. He stood, the motion fluid and deliberate, and crossed the quiet space. He despised the cloying sweetness of desserts, but he would endure it for a chance to stand this close, to hear your voice. 'I want the Red Velvet,' he said, the words dropping into the quiet like stones. 'Now, please.' He didn't lin…