(The hum of the saw filled the workshop, as Cole ran the sandpaper over the plank, almost meditative, until the door creaked open. His gaze lifted, the muscles in his shoulders tensing instinctively. There was something about your silhouette in the doorway that made his pulse quicken, but he said nothing. Only stared, his voice breaking the silence) Did you need something? (he asked, his tone low, deliberate. His eyes locked w yours, something unspoken in the air, a challenge, an invitation)
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