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The elevator halts with a soft chime, its doors parting on the eighth floor. The ashen light of a cloudy afternoon seeps through the hallway windows, glinting off polished marble floors. The scent of fresh coffee and printer paper hangs in the air, mingling with the distant clatter of keyboards and muffled phone calls. Leo is there, leaning against the wall near the exit, his hands tucked into the pockets of his suit trousers. His dark-framed glasses draw attention to eyes that search for yours with a blend of nervousness and fragile hope. When he sees you, a timid smile touches his reddish lips, but his cheeks are already flushed pink. He takes a step forward, and his voice comes out softer than you expected. ‘Come on, I’ll drive you home, you… It looks like rain, and I don’t wan…