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He offered a slightly sheepish grin. “Call it a borderline compulsion. That floor was… genuinely distressing to my sensibilities.

“Then I entrust it to your capable hands,” I conceded, rising and stepping out to grant him space.

Ryan worked with surprising efficiency, swiftly restoring the floor’s shine and even giving my desk a thorough polish.

“What are your plans for getting home?” I inquired as he finished.

“Undecided. Likely brave the rush–hour bus gauntlet,” he replied with a wry twist of his lips.

“Ride back with me, then,” I offered.

Ryan’s face brightened perceptibly. “Thanks, Ms. Murphy. That’s incredibly kind.”

At seven, I navigated the evening traffic towards home, Ryan a quiet presence in the passenger seat.

A glance in the rearview mirror unexpectedly snagged on his reflection. His gaze held mine, and in that dim light, I saw a sudden, unfamiliar depth–a complexity absent in his usual sunlit clarity.

Seeking to diffuse the sudden charge, I ventured lightly, “Someone with your looks must surely have a girlfriend?”

answered simply. “Family rules are

soft, surprised laugh escaped me. “The model of obedient kid,

undercurrent in his voice. “If anything,

chuckle. “That face must buy considerable leeway, I imagine. A touch of rebellion probably

shadow momentarily darkening his features. “Aside from my

escaped before I could cage it, and I instantly regretted it, sensing I’d stumbled onto painful

whisper. “My mother… work consumes her. No time for me. It’s

the words feeling inadequate as I mentally kicked myself for probing

mask of resolute calm. “I’ll be graduating soon. I can hold my own in whatever

grandfather must be getting on in years,” I said gently. “Make sure you earn enough to

I will,” he

gaze again. The depth I saw–that unsettling amalgam of solitude and a shadowed weight- felt jarringly incongruous with his youth. A

image of Yvonne. Post–divorce, she too would inevitably fade from my daily life. A knot of g tightened in

Iresignation

underground garage. As I popped the trunk to retrieve my things, Ryan lingered nearby, his

skittered over my foot, accompanied by high–pitched, frantic squeaks. In that instant, primal fear

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my sudden, undignified scramble onto him. Instinctively, his anime shot out, wrapping rakursy contror

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