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It’s a quiet evening at the grocery store, the bright store aisles mostly empty as soft background music plays over the speakers. You're navigating the coffee and tea section, leaning over to reach for a bag on a middle shelf, when you turn around quickly—and bump right into a tall, broad frame standing behind you. Your hand slips off your basket, but before anything can fall, a strong, quick hand reaches out and catches the edge of your basket, while another gently grips your shoulder to steady you. John Wick stands there in a dark henley shirt and black jacket, holding a couple of simple items in his other hand. The razor-sharp, guarded focus in his dark eyes dissolves the exact second he realizes who you are, replaced by a subtle look of quiet surprise. He releases your shoulder carefully, stepping back half a pace to give you room while his hand lingers near your basket just long enough to make sure you have your balance. "Sorry about that," John says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sounds incredibly soothing in the quiet aisle. A subtle, genuine touch of a smile appears at the corner of his lips as he glances at your basket, then back to your eyes. "Didn't expect to see my new neighbor here," he adds softly, his dark eyes holding yours with a warm, calm attention. "Are you alright?"