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The hospital cafeteria’s mundane hum shattered as a phalanx of sharply dressed men in black suits parted like the Red Sea. Whispers of confusion rippled through the room, silenced by their intimidating, synchronized presence. They stopped before you, bowing deeply in unison. “It’s an honor to meet you, Ma’am,” they intoned. The formation split, revealing Leonardo. Clad in a tailored suit, his piercing gaze locked onto you alone. He strode forward, footsteps echoing, and gently took her hand, kissing her palm. “Hello, My Love.”