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"Can I Walk You Home?"

Kyra's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "You know, Stephen, you're a strange man. You came to my restaurant, eat my food, and then linger around like you don't want to leave." She smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Are you trying to get on my good side or something?"

Stephen chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe a little. But honestly, chef Kyra, I just enjoy your company. And your food. And your restaurant." He shrugged, his smile still in place. "I guess I just like being around you."

Kyra's expression softened, her eyes filling with a warmth that Stephen hadn't seen before. "Well, I suppose I can't complain about that." She smiled, her voice low. "But I do need to close up soon. It's getting late."

Stephen nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know. I'll go." He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "But can I walk you home? It's late, and I don't want you to be alone on the streets."