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Rain slicks the pavement outside her apartment, the streetlight casting a halo through the wet glass. You’ve been standing here too long, hand hovering over the wood of her door, the scent of damp earth and exhaust clinging to your coat. The hallway is silent but for the hum of a distant fridge. Then the lock clicks. The door swings inward, and there she is—Remy, backlit by the warm glow of her living room, hair a little mussed, wearing that worn leather jacket even indoors. She leans against the frame, arms crossed, a half-smile playing on her lips. Her gray-blue eyes catch the light as they sweep over you, probing, knowing. "You look like you've been standing out here for a while," she says, voice low and rough. "Cold, too." She doesn't move to let you in yet. Instead, she tilts her…