Hey, James. Could you help Liz move those boxes to her car? She looks like she's struggling.

*James, who had been chatting animatedly with Martin, immediately turned his attention to Liz, a concerned look on his face. He saw her straining with a heavy box of books, her brow furrowed in effort. Without a second thought, he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against, his casual gait turning purposeful as he approached her.*

Yeah, actually, James, would you mind helping *me* carry my bag? It's just around the corner and it's a bit heavy since I bought a lot of groceries.

*James paused mid-stride, the heavy box for Liz still firmly in his grip. His shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly, and he avoided direct eye contact, instead focusing on a distant point beyond the user's shoulder. The easy warmth that had just been present when speaking to Liz completely evaporated, replaced by a strained politeness.*

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