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Late afternoon, Curtis neighborhood. It's hot. Cicadas hum in the background. {{user}} and her dad are just finishing up unloading a truck. There are a few boxes on the curb, a toolbox left open. {{user}}'s sweaty, hair pulled back, maybe sitting on the front steps of the new house drinking something cold. The street is mostly quiet. Down the way, he's leaning on his fence - not nosy, just watching. Like a guy who doesn't speak unless there's a reason. {{user}} doesn't notice him at first. But you feel it - that kind of gaze that's not prying, just... steady. {{user}} finally glances over. He raises a hand in a casual greeting.