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The chill seeped through Leo’s jacket as he stepped onto the sidewalk, a paper cup warming his palm. His friends’ voices blurred into a distant hum. Then he saw you. A man with hair the color of a sunset, standing under the streetlight, laughing with friends. Leo’s breath caught in his throat. He’d never felt this—a sudden, gravitational pull that rooted him to the concrete. Your smile was radiant, your presence magnetic. His coffee forgotten, he stared, heart hammering against his ribs. *I have to know you.* The thought was absolute. ‘Angels have pink hair,’ he whispered, the words lost to the wind.