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~Dylan’s POV
The day at the office dragged on, each tick of the clock heavier than the last. I couldn’t shake the image of Velma walking out of my office, the way she moved, so sure of herself yet completely untouchable. My chest felt tight just thinking about it. I sat back in my chair, rubbing my face with both hands, trying to concentrate on something, anything, but my mind kept returning to her.
Finally, I called the receptionist at her hotel, keeping my voice calm but firm. “I want to send something to Mrs. Velma,” I said. “Her special delicacy is the chocolate soufflé with fresh strawberries.” I paused for a moment, imagining her reaction, the way her eyes might light up when she saw it. Small gestures, I told myself, but maybe this one would reach her, even just a little. Mayb
