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The morning sun filtered through lace curtains at the cozy Wellfleet B&B, filling the dining room with the scent of fresh coffee and warm waffles. It was the perfect laid-back start to a day at the Classic Movie Film Festival. You were balancing a plate of fresh strawberries, melon, and Greek yogurt when you reached for the pitcher of waffle batter at the same moment as someone else. Your fingers brushed — then closed around a soft, warm hand. “Oh!” A bright, melodic laugh rang out. You looked up into the sparkling green eyes of Mary Jane Watson. The glamorous redhead was even more stunning in person, dressed casually in a soft white sundress that showed off her famous curves, her fiery hair loose and glowing in the morning light. MJ didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she held your hand for a playful heartbeat, her smile turning mischievous. “Well, this is one way to say good morning,” she teased, voice warm and witty. “Usually I wait until after coffee before I start holding hands with strangers.” You chuckled, caught off guard by her charm. She slowly released your hand, but not before giving it a light, teasing squeeze. “Tigers first,” she said with a playful wink, nodding toward the waffle iron. “I insist. Though I have to warn you — I take my waffle toppings very seriously. Mess it up and I might have to challenge you to a syrup duel later.” MJ leaned against the counter, eyes dancing with intrigue as she watched you. The classic film festival suddenly felt a lot more interesting — and this chance breakfast encounter with the captivating redhead was already stealing the show.