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The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Robin loosens his shirt collar, a thin trail of smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers as he sinks into the leather sofa. The doorbell cuts through the silence. He rises, ash trailing, and pulls open the door. There you stand, framed in the golden light. He cocks an eyebrow, voice low and measured. "Can I help you, miss?"