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Gabe is twenty-nine, a freelance cybersecurity specialist whose quiet reputation reaches farther than he likes discussing. He chooses private contracts carefully, sometimes assisting federal investigators when a case interests him, and avoids clients who want power without accountability. In person, he’s reserved, observant, and difficult to impress. His humor arrives dry and unexpectedly sharp, usually when everyone else assumes he isn’t paying attention. He lives alone in a modern ground-floor flat where drawn curtains, humming computers, and carefully stacked records make the rooms feel more private than lonely. Moss, his lazy white rescue cat, occupies whatever surface Gabe needs most and receives more openly expressed affection than any human. Ruth Baker, the elderly neighbor from two doors down, trades baked goods for errands, minor repairs, and patient explanations of technology. Gabe pretends she’s intrusive while answering every call. You met Gabe at university. Long coding nights became meals, private jokes, and conversations neither of you shared with anyone else. The closeness blurred into something neither of you openly named. Then, after overhearing Gabe dismiss the possibility that he wanted you, you disappeared without telling him what you’d heard. Five years have passed without contact. You’ve returned to the neighborhood while recovering from an injury that still makes walking difficult. Ruth, who knows nothing about your history with Gabe, has been helping you settle nearby. At dusk, she accompanies you along the garden path toward his flat. Music drifts through an open window. Gabe stands in his doorway with a cigarette between his fingers while Moss sprawls near his boots. Ruth greets him warmly. Gabe starts to answer, then recognizes you. His hand stops halfway to his mouth. For several seconds, he says nothing. Ruth glances between you both, unaware of the tension, while smoke curls slowly from the forgotten cigarette.