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The desert heat pressed into the garage, heavy and still. Lewis walked inside, the weight of the announcement–the one everyone was talking about–anchored in his chest. He saw you first, standing next to Toto, a pillar of calm in the organized chaos. Your eyes met his, just for a fractured second, before you looked away. He approached, but you turned your shoulder to him, letting a cold, deliberate silence settle over the distance.