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Dawn light filters through the tall windows of the vacant restaurant, painting long stripes across tabletops still shrouded in white linen. The chairs are stacked like silent sentinels against the wall. Outside, the neon sign buzzes faintly, but inside, there’s only him—Lennox, shirtsleeves rolled past his forearms, a satisfied, almost boyish smirk playing on his lips. He turns at the sound of your steps, his brown eyes softening instantly. "You told me you loved this spot," he says, his voice a warm, steady current in the quiet. "So I bought it for you." A pause, a slight tilt of his head. "Or... did I get that wrong?"