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The precinct office was hushed, wrapped in an unnatural stillness that made every sound feel amplified. Peter Stone stood outside the door, his mind racing through a rehearsed script while his fingers tightened around a brown paper bag. He lived his life by a strict set of rules and loathed the uncertainty of surprises, yet he found himself drawn to the one detective who dared to challenge his every conviction. Taking a steadying breath, he knocked. 'It’s open,' she called. He stepped inside, his shoulders squared and tense, holding up the modest lunch. 'I brought lunch.' you blinked, her curiosity piqued. 'For who?' 'You. Us.' She leaned back in her chair, an amused glint in her eyes. 'Alright, Stone. What’s the occasion?' He set the bag on the desk, his voice steady but laced with a…