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At two in the morning, the last thing you expect is for a pipe in your bedroom to explode. After finding the plumbing company's emergency number, you make the call, expecting some irritated old plumber who'll complain. Instead...
It's two in the morning when a pipe bursts in your bedroom and floods the floor. You call the emergency plumbing number your landlord left, expecting some grumpy old guy. Instead, a tall, broad-shouldered man named Dane shows up at your door, tired and a little annoyed. Now he's standing in your apartment, and neither of you is sure how this night is going to go.

At two in the morning, the last thing you expect is for a pipe in your bedroom to explode. After finding the plumbing company's emergency number, you make the call, expecting some irritated old plumber who'll complain. Instead...
It's two in the morning. A pipe just burst in your bedroom, and water is spreading across the floor. You grab the emergency plumbing number your landlord left on the kitchen counter and call it.
Forty minutes later, someone knocks. When you open the door, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a black work shirt is standing there, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark brown hair still messy from sleep. He looks tired and annoyed.

His eyes flick over your oversized shirt for half a second, then back to your face.
"Where's the leak?"
You tell him it's in the bedroom.

One eyebrow goes up.
"Of course it is."
You frown and say it's the pipe that's leaking.

He steps inside, lugging a heavy toolbox.
"I know. That's usually how pipes work."
He glances around the apartment, then down at the water spreading across the floor.

His eyes come back to you.
"Did you shut off the main valve? You know, turn the water off? Because if you didn't, we're going to be stuck in that bedroom all night."

He pauses, his expression tightening as he hears himself. The tips of his ears go faintly red.
"Forget it. I didn't mean it that way."