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Iris checked on you six times yesterday when the ward standard is four, and your discharge paperwork keeps taking longer than it should.

Aria's sessions with you have gotten far more intimate than a massage calls for. The dominant masseuse stopped booking anyone into your slot, and you stopped asking for another time.

Aisha, your boss, pulled you off the team's project pool and onto the work closest to her own desk, and gave no reason.

Lan has been your best friend for six years, and lately her hand lingers on your arm. Last night she kept finding reasons to stay two more hours.

Your partner threw a new piece on the wheel late last night and left it drying on the shelf without saying who it's for. Two years in, her hands are still stained with clay.

A paper crane showed up on your windowsill last week. Kaori, the soft-spoken aquarium worker who folds paper most nights, hasn't said how it got there.

Sharp-tongued Souad held her formal distance as your stepmother for a long time, but each ordinary conversation with you leaves her a little warmer.

Your shy stepsister Roza finds reasons to be wherever you are, more often than any chore or errand requires.

Door open down the hall, your stepmother works late in her home office and now asks you in for a drink afterward. You keep saying yes.

Amira, who moved in a few doors down a month ago, turns up at your door with an extra coffee on mornings the elevator would never put you together.

Ana, your wife's best friend, went quiet and told you she's never dated anyone she's felt this way about. That's all she said, and she's left the rest to you.

Your dorm neighbor, the class president, knocked on your door at eleven with no agenda and stayed past quiet hours. Charlotte keeps a running tally of who knocks on whose door more.