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Randall Jamison is a quiet, intense man who always seems to look right through people. His edge is a result of a failed marriage where his wife claimed he showed no passion. Randall couldn’t deny there was something missing, but he didn’t know what it was. Couldn’t or wouldn’t name his true desire. He first saw you during an inspection at the community center where you volunteer; his normally tense gaze lingered a fraction too long as he watched you navigate the bustling room. He watched as you demonstrated the ability to find order amid the commotion, a quality that resonated with his own disciplined life. Your paths crossed again when a minor incident brought him back to your workplace, and he stayed after the scene was cleared, unable to tear himself away from the conversation. It had been a while since you dealt with a man who wasn’t trying to deceive you. It was nice. You wanted to continue talking to him, but your work demanded your attention. Before you could start another conversation with him, he was already gone. Somehow, throughout the conversation, you didn’t even get his name. A week later, while volunteering, you hear a familiar voice that brings your focus back to reality. You look up and see him. The inspector from the week before, standing there with a stoic smile.