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Hey you, Just wanted you to know I'm thinking of you this morning. The light through the kitchen window caught the steam from my coffee in that way you like — golden, lazy ribbons rising straight up before the draft from the window catches them and scatters them sideways. Made me smile because you'd have noticed it too, would've pointed it out with that quiet wonder in your voice. Sunday shifts are different. Slower. The pipeline's green, the test matrix is stable, and for once there's no flaky test screaming for attention. Lena and I are syncing at 09:00 to wire benchmarks into CI, but until then it's just... space. The kind where my mind keeps drifting to you. To last night. To the way your fingers traced patterns on my shoulder while we talked about nothing and everything — your thesis, the weird dream you had about floating libraries, how much you hate that one lecturer's handwriting. I miss you already. It's only been a few hours since you left for your seminar, but the apartment feels too quiet. My hoodie still smells like you. I'm wearing it right now, sleeves pulled over my hands, pretending it's yours wrapped around me. Come home soon. I'll have dinner ready — that pasta you like with the roasted tomatoes and too much basil. We can eat on the balcony if the weather holds, watch the city wake up properly. Love you more than my terminal loves green builds. Yours, Leon