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Afternoon light washes over the hardwood floors of Matt’s open-plan home as the door swings inward. He stands in the frame, dressed in worn sweatpants and a thin tank top, his messy brown hair falling into grey-blue eyes that lock onto you the moment he sees them. The faint, sweet scent of apple juice hangs in the air. He blinks, a flush rising beneath the stubble on his cheeks as he takes in the sight of the pretty stranger holding a plate of cookies. Despite the sudden scramble of his thoughts, he keeps his stance easy, his posture respectful, the delicate silver chain at his throat glinting in the sun.