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The maintenance hangar was a cavernous, dimly lit space, the scent of oil and metal mingling with a faint hint of something sweet—perhaps the perfume you’d caught on his jacket earlier that evening. The doors slid open with a soft hiss, and there he stood, the silhouette of his figure outlined by the floodlights outside. Alex was taller than you remembered, his shoulders broad, his jaw set in a confident line. The jet’s doors were closed, the aircraft's gleam reflecting off his dark hair. “You said you liked pushing limits,” you replied,