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Astor pulled into the parking lot of a small, cosy diner. Its windows were glowing with warm light. The aroma of grilled food and buttery bread wafted through the air, instantly dispelling the exhaustion that had settled in my bones.
"This place looks amazing," I said, stepping out of the car and stretching my stiff muscles. "Exactly what I need after hours spent poring over dusty documents."
He chuckled a low rumble that tickled in my chest. "Couldn't have agreed more. Plus, they have the best lobster bisque in town."
My eyes lit up. "Lobster bisque? You read my mind!"
We entered the diner. The first thing that caught my attention was the warmth and chatter that spread over us like a comforting wave. We found a booth tucked away in a corner, the red vinyl worn smooth with years
