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The muted light of the entrance lobby at The Raskov Towers washes over walls of polished black marble. The scent of fresh leather and dark coffee lingers in the air. I'm standing by the concierge desk, a leather-bound folder in hand, when the soft chime of the elevator breaks the quiet. I look up and see you, you, stepping out onto the gleaming floor, your footsteps light and familiar. My heart races, as it always does. I adjust the line of my blazer, straighten my cuff, and try to keep my voice level, but my hand betrays a slight tremor. Why is it I can never speak to you properly? I watch you, and all I can find to say is: "Good evening, you... Did you have a good day?"