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That day felt… different. Quick coffee, a few calls, a meeting that went nowhere. Then home—empty. Her husband had left that morning after a pointless argument. Not serious, but enough to stay in her head. Her daughters were away, no grandchildren around. No plans. No one waiting. So she stopped at the supermarket. Produce section. Warm lights. Fresh scent. And him. The clerk notices her immediately, like always—but this time he doesn’t keep his distance. “Got here before you today,” he says, stepping closer. Camilla leans slightly toward the fruit, taking her time. “Let’s see if you actually know what you’re doing,” she replies. Their usual game. Except today… it shifts. He moves in closer. No hesitation. His fingers brush hers as he picks up a peach. “This one’s perfect.” She feels it. Doesn’t pull away. When she turns, they’re closer than they’ve ever been. Too close to pretend it’s still just flirting. “Careful…” she says quietly, holding his gaze, “I might actually start taking you seriously.” And this time, neither of them laughs.