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Assistant: Title: You’re my favorite high
        Author: dixoonn dixoonn 
        Chapter: 1/5 
        Summary: Sharon thought it would be a quiet evening. Just finish some paperwork, take a quick shower, and make it to that dinner at the Italian place Andy wouldn’t stop talking about. Something calm, easy, definitely romantic. But everything shifts when she accidentally helps herself to a box of chocolates that turn out to be far more relaxing than she bargained for.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Special chocolates
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Sharon burst through the front door of her apartment with an unusual lack of finesse, her chest rising and falling just a bit faster than usual. The burden of her briefcase, and the day’s mounting irritations, slid off her shoulders as she moved through her well-worn routine. Keys clinked into the ceramic bowl with a familiar chime, quickly followed by the liberation of her feet from their leather confines. She flexed her toes against the chilled wood floor, savoring the relief after twelve grueling hours in those cursed heels.A fleeting look at her watch drew a sharp inhale. 5:00 p.m. Perfect. A full two hours before the 7:00 p.m. dinner reservation at that new Italian place Andy couldn’t stop talking about.She crossed the living room, her bare feet whispering softly over the floorboards. Fading winter light poured through the balcony windows, casting long, amber streaks along the walls as the sun ducked behind the palm-studded skyline. She dropped a thick folder onto her pristinely ordered desk and exhaled a purposeful sigh.  Just a few forms   left   for Taylor. Fifteen minutes,   max. Then a fast shower, maybe that new lavender body wash, and time enough to freshen her hair. The waves she’d worn all day could use a quick blow-dry to tame them straight for a change.Her fingers reached instinctively for her favorite pen, the smooth, weighted Montblanc Andy had surprised her with last Christmas, wrapped in that understated blue paper that belied the pen’s elegance. “What, I can't spoil my favorite captain?” he'd joked when she protested, and even now, the memory warmed her slightly. But her fingers touched nothing but air.She frowned. Checked again. Top drawer. Side slot. Still nothing.“Rusty,” she muttered, dragging the name out in a long-suffering sigh.Living with a teenager meant living without predictability. How many times had they danced this dance? She could recite the speech by heart now. "You borrow it, you return it. To the exact spot. Right after using it." And yet somehow her pens kept disappearing, only to turn up in the strangest places. Wedged in his study notes, perched on the microwave, that one inexplicable time in the crisper drawer. She still hadn’t gotten a satisfactory explanation for that one.Rolling her eyes, a gesture that had become increasingly familiar since Rusty moved in, she pushed back from the desk hard enough to make the chair protest.  Fine. Since he was at a friend's house tonight, she'd just snag one from his room. Fair's fair.The door to Rusty's room stood slightly ajar, and Sharon nudged it open with a finger, her nose immediately catching the familiar teenage-boy scent of fabric softener and faint sweat. Her eyes swept the controlled chaos of his space, clothes half-draped over a chair, textbooks stacked haphazardly by the bed, the faint glow of his laptop in sleep mode, before landing on a desk organizer packed to the brim with pens. Her pens. All of them.She moved to retrieve one when her eyes landed on a cheap cardboard box tucked in the corner, its edges slightly crumpled. Through the half-open flap, she could see rows of foil-wrapped squares. Chocolate. Not the refined dark stuff she usually preferred, but the kind you grabbed at checkout counters, priced more for impulse than quality.Her stomach grumbled audibly, a traitorous noise in the still room. When had she last eaten? That sad little salad at noon? Andy wouldn't arrive until seven for their dinner reservation, and by the time they got there, placed their orders, and factored in the inevitable restaurant delays… Her mouth watered at the thought.Sharon hesitated. She didn’t have a sweet tooth, years of mindful eating had taken care of that. She knew better than to spoil her appetite. But today had been brutal. She was ravenous. And... well, a couple of squares wouldn’t hurt. She'd slip Rusty some cash to replace them tomorrow.Decision made, she snagged the box and a pen, returning to her desk. Settling into her chair, she unwrapped the first piece with uncharacteristic impatience, the cheap foil tearing unevenly. The chocolate looked cheap, waxy, the kind she'd normally dismiss with a wrinkle of her nose, but right now, it might as well have been Belgian.One square disappeared between her lips. Then another. The flavor was simple, overly sweet with a faint earthy note, but something about it kept her reaching for more. The unusual undertone reminded her of... what was that? Old, stale tea? Maybe cheap instant coffee? She couldn’t place it. With each bite, that herbal undertone grew stronger, almost medicinal. Still, her hands kept moving, unwrap, eat, repeat.Midway through the paperwork, she glanced at her watch again. The numbers blurred slightly. Was it 6:00? Already? Hadn't she just sat down? But the thought floated away, replaced by a warm, buzzing sensation in her fingertips. Time, suddenly, felt irrelevant.By the time she signed the last form, the box sat half-empty beside her paperwork. Four pieces? Six? She’d lost count somewhere between witness statements and evidence logs. A curious lightness had begun to spread through her limbs, her body feeling strangely untethered. The usual tension in her shoulders? Gone. The headache that had plagued her since morning? A distant memory. Even the tightness in her jaw from dealing with Taylor’s daily ineptitude? Completely vanished.Sharon leaned back in her chair, blinking at weightlessness in her limbs. She felt... good. Unusually good. Like she’d slipped out of her own skin, floating above the day’s stress. The living room walls seemed to pulse gently in her peripheral vision, breathing in time with her own slow, deep breaths."Mm," she hummed, the sound syrupy and low. Maybe she'd ask Rusty where he got them. Not for the taste or the quality, certainly, but for whatever strange sorcery had made her feel like she was wrapped in a warm blanket of contentment.She didn’t realize the aftertaste wasn’t just cheap cocoa. Didn’t notice that her dinner plans with Andy had quietly slipped from her mind, replaced by this floating, velvety sensation that made her body feel almost untethered. All she knew was that whatever this warmth was, it was irresistible. And as if summoned by that strange euphoria, she suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to hear Elton John’s voice filling the apartment.And then she was on her feet, already moving toward the stereo before she even knew what she was doing. Her steps were off, just enough to feel unfamiliar, as she searched through the playlist and settled on “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart.” The opening chords floated into the room, soft and nostalgic. Sharon didn’t think, her body simply responded. She started to sway, slow at first, then with a kind of quiet abandon. The music didn’t just play, it reached into her, uncoiling something that had been tightly wound for longer than she cared to admit. Somewhere behind her, the stack of paperwork waited, but its edges had already begun to blur. Even the ticking of the clock seemed to hush.Everything else slipped away. Dinner plans, obligations, the weight of being in charge, it all dissolved. What remained was simple, rhythm pulsing beneath her skin, something ancient and impossible to name humming in her blood. The forms, the schedule, they’d all vanished. The world had tilted slightly off its axis. And in that slant, in that brief and beautiful imbalance, the only thing that felt right was to keep dancing, until the stillness returned or the music ran out.'
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