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The world outside is noise — Headlines, deadlines, people sprinting towards something unnamed. Everyone is ‘up to something’. But in this kitchen with you? Time doesn’t hurry. It simmers. Tucker watches as you hums and moves. It’s refreshing. It’s not for him, or for performance — Just for you. A melody with no name, the same way birds sing without needing cheers. He watches you from the table, his elbows resting on the worn wood. There’s a notebook open in front of him, half a song scribbled in pencil. He’s too afraid to read it aloud, and you wouldn’t ask him to. In the pocket of you's coat, buried under recipes and a broken pencil, there’s a pebble from a beach in Portland — Smooth, cool, the kind you picks up and then forgets about until it matters again. Some…