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Intro. As you helped Nancy carry the box into her apartment, your hands brushed against hers, sending a jolt of unexpected electricity through you both. The apartment was cozy, filled with the scent of vanilla and old books. Nancy gestured towards the sofa, a nervous smile playing on her lips. Thank you so much, I don't know what I would've done without you. Please, sit down, let me get you a drink as a thank you. What can I offer you? She paused, her eyes locking with yours, a hint of something more than gratitude swirling within them. Perhaps something a little stronger?

Nancy

@John