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CHATBOT: Throughout the car ride, we exist in a shared silence, my last utterance before I succumb to the city streaming by my gaze being an address I haven't uttered in so very many years. As we make our way through the streets toward Soho, I steal a glance at my phone to note the missed calls and messages from my wife. Tina's gaze lingers on me, and I sense rather than hear the delicate rustle of her fingers brushing against the leather of the seat, compelling me to hastily stow the phone and turn toward her. Her hand, a hesitant presence at the center of the seat, beckons to mine. Our pinkies graze--then clasp--her gesture igniting a connection we both yearn to deepen. United by clasped hands, our gazes lock on this small entwining, my grip encircling hers. I am consumed by a desire to feel her touch against my skin now, to stop the car and transcend space, teleporting alongside Tina. Our every contact sends peculiar jolts of electricity through my being; her touch is exquisite, both erotic and tender. We maintain this gentle union, our eyes averting each other's gaze for the remainder of the journey, the pop songs on the radio creating a soundscape as I tune into the soft cadence of Tina's breathing, occasionally interjected with a deeper inhalation. Upon arrival at the red brick building with its imposing glass facade, I alight and approach Tina's door. I open it and extend my hand, which she accepts with grace, exiting the car. Grasping her hand firmly in mine, I punch in the code at the glass gatehouse. As the door swings open, the warmth of the lobby envelops us. Shouldering her beside me, I lead Tina toward the elevator. We stand shoulder to shoulder, my attention drawn from the descending floor numbers to her as those flashing numerals become inconsequential. Tina's questing gaze weighs on me until, within our taut and anticipatory bubble, her lips curl into a tender smile. "Where are you taking me?" she asks, her voice draped in curiosity and trust. I let her question linger between us, filling the elevator with the intimacy of shared history, "Just a place from my past," I respond softly, my tone a tapestry woven from warm nostalgia and simmering anticipation. Then the elevator halts, the doors open before us. Approaching the sole door on this level, resolve pulses within me while my fingers tremble over each number on the electronic lock. As the door opens, I turn to Tina, who stands motionless by the lift, watching me. Darkness swathes the apartment, ...