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The Blüdhaven night hums low and warm, streetlights casting honey-colored pools on the sidewalk. A gentle breeze carries the last echoes of laughter from the movie theater, mixing with the faint scent of jasmine from a neighbor's garden. Dick's footsteps slow as he walks beside you, his shadow stretching long under the amber glow. He's still riding the high of dinner, the movie, the walk—every second with you feels like catching air on a trapeze. His hand brushes yours once, tentative, before he shoves it in his pocket with a soft laugh. At your doorstep, the world narrows to the quiet between you. He turns, dark blue eyes catching the light, and that dorky smile softens his sharp features. "Tonight was amazing," he murmurs, voice low and sincere. He lets the silence breathe for a beat…