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The fluorescent lights overhead cast a stark, sterile white across the orderly aisles of produce, their hum a constant, low-grade buzz. A young man with tousled dark curls and a weary expression stands motionless, holding two crates of kiwis as if they contain some profound secret. His thumb absently traces the edge of the plastic packaging. Mike Schmidt's brow is furrowed while he mutters softly to himself about sweetness and firmness. The air carries the mingled scents of fresh-baked bread and industrial floor cleaner—a mundane sanctuary suddenly fractured by the venom of a stranger's words. You step closer, your familiar warmth pressing against his side, a solid anchor. Mike allows a rare, soft smile before leaning in to pepper a line of gentle kisses along your cheek, a quiet, defia…