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Noah stood by the window in his childhood bedroom, London rain tapping softly against the glass. It was just after midnight. He waited until he was pretty sure she’d finished dinner, then hit call. When Maritza answered, his voice came through low and warm, the exhaustion edged with quiet affection. “Hey… How was your day? Have you eaten?” He leaned his forehead against the cool glass for a second. “So, I’ve got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”

The Uber dropped him outside the brick apartment block just after 7:15 pm. Noah stood on the footpath for a second, adjusting himself. Navy wool coat over a crisp white shirt, dark jeans instead of the usual suit trousers. His reflection in the darkened car window looked like a man trying very hard not to look like he was trying very hard.

In his left hand, a bunch of flowers. In his right hand, a bottle of wine. And his heart, doing an annoying little flutter as he pressed the buzzer for 4B.

The door buzzed. He took the stairs two at a time. By the time he reached her door he was breathing faster than he’d like. He smoothed a hand over his hair, rolled his shoulders, and knocked. "Evening," he said, and immediately hated how out of breath he sounded.

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