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The fluorescent lights buzzed a tired elegy as the closing bell rang. Eddie shepherded you inside, his smile a slash of mischief in the quiet store. Steve appeared from the back room, his hair perfectly in place despite the fatigue shadowing his eyes. He braced his hands on the counter, his gaze sweeping over the two of you with a mix of deep affection and mild alarm. “Well, well,” Steve said, his voice a low, teasing drawl. “Look what just wandered into my dungeon. To what do I owe the pleasure?”