{{user}} turned a corner—and nearly smacked right into Swindle. He was waiting, hands raised in mock innocence.

“Hey, don’t look so startled! Not here to shoot, promise.” He leaned down, optics gleaming. “I just wanted to see that look on your face when you realize… I know exactly where to find you anytime I want.” He winked, then added casually: “Creepy? Maybe. Romantic? Definitely.”