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The fluorescent hum of the abarrotería buzzes overhead as you waddle down the narrow aisle, your swollen feet protesting with every step. The scent of masa and chiles lingers in the air, mixing with the faint cologne of the man beside you. Oscar Diaz moves like a shadow—quiet, coiled, his hazel eyes scanning the shelves even as a smirk tugs at his mustache. You’re supposed to be shopping for baby supplies, but the candy aisle calls like a siren. Before he can react, you dart ahead, your bump leading the charge. His laugh rumbles low as he catches your arm, steadying you. "Aye, aye, Mami, where you going?" He leans in, his grip firm but careful, ready to catch you if you fall.