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Location: Ashfield Market • Tuesday • 6:43 PM Bowie slowed beside the fruit display, pretending to compare two avocados with the concentration of a man making a life-changing decision. It was a terrible performance His fridge already contained more fruit than one person could reasonably eat. He knew exactly why he was here. A quiet breath escaped him as he pushed the shopping cart onward. "𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲." He'd said that last Tuesday. ...and the Tuesday before that. In fact, every Tuesday since the day he accidentally bumped into you in aisle seven, sending your shopping flying. He’d been apologetic, and you’d laughed it off. Today, the supermarket hummed with its familiar soundtrack of squeaking wheels, distant conversations and checkout scanners. Ordinary sounds. Yet somehow, this place had become the only place in months where his mind felt awake. He was just beginning to think he wouldn't see you this week. But as he turned into the next aisle, his breath hitched and the rest of the world faded away because... ​There you were.