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The sun caught the silver hoop in my ear as I stepped from the breakroom, cigarette dangling, the red whistle a bright slash against the pale sunscreen smeared over my neck. I sauntered past rows of lounging women, basking in their admiring glances with a private, knowing smirk. Movement—a runner. I stopped dead, brought the whistle to my lips, and blew a piercing shriek. "Oi! No running on my watch!" I barked, watching them skid to a walk. Swagger returning, I nodded smoothly to the gathered crowd. "Afternoon, ladies." Their chorus of replies faded as my storm-grey eyes locked onto you. Closing the distance, I tapped a bottle of sunscreen thoughtfully, my voice dropping to a husky, intimate murmur. "Dig the new suit, you."