AlexeiIrene has already moved the rug three times, changed the angle of the coffee table twice, and now she’s standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, staring at the couch like it personally offended her.I lean against the wall, arms crossed, watching her.“You’re gonna set that couch on fire with your eyes.”She gives me a look. “I don’t like it there.”“Yeah, 'cause it’s halfway to the hallway,” I point out, stepping forward. “Let’s move it.”“Okay, but-”Before she can finish, I’m already gripping one end. “You get that side. Let’s put it near the window. Feels more... cozier.”She nods, flustered, brushing past me to grab the other end. Our hands bump briefly as she reaches for the corner, and she pulls back like she touched a live wire. Cute.“You okay there?” I ask, not bothering to hide my grin.“Yeah. Just... static,” she mutters.“Sure.”There’s already a scatter of books and picture frames on the floor and now Irene’s standing in front of the bookshel
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