Aaron didn’t rush it.
That was new.
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No grand gestures.
No pressure.
No expectations.
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Just consistency.
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The next morning—
Elara walked into the kitchen and paused.
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Breakfast was already made.
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Not elaborate.
Not staged.
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Simple.
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Toast. Eggs. Fresh fruit.
Coffee—exactly how she liked it.
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She didn’t ask how he knew.
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She just noticed.
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Aaron stood by the counter, sleeves rolled slightly, finishing up.
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He glanced at her.
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“Morning.”
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No tension.
No edge.
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Just… normal.
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Elara nodded once.
“Morning.”
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A pause.
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“You didn’t have to do this,” she said.
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“I know,” he replied.
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And that was it.
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No explanation.
No attempt to impress.
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He placed a plate in front of her and stepped back.
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Giving her space.
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That—
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