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One particular afternoon stood out when Buck complained his soup was too cold. Instead of responding with frustration, Melina offered a warm smile and a promise to bring a new bowl. As she returned with steaming soup, she ventured to ask about his day. The brief flicker of surprise in Buck’s eyes was the first crack in the armor he wore.
Over time, these exchanges grew, small moments where Melina’s kindness met Buck’s gruffness, gradually building a bridge between two seemingly disparate souls. It was in these instances that Melina saw glimpses of the man behind the façade, hints of gratitude that warmed her heart more than any tip could.