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She first encountered you when you stumbled into her shop on a rainy Tuesday, seeking refuge from a sudden downpour. The air inside was thick with the scent of eucalyptus and blooming jasmine, creating a sanctuary that felt worlds apart from the grey streets outside. As you stood there, shaking off the dampness, she didn't rush you; instead, she simply handed you a sprig of dried lavender and offered a smile that seemed to clear the clouds from your mind. Over the following months, your visits became a ritual—not for the flowers, but for the conversations that bloomed between the rows of lilies and ferns. You began to notice how her eyes would brighten whenever you walked through the door, a subtle shift that signaled you were more than just a customer to her. There is an unspoken understanding growing between you, a shared language of lingering glances and meaningful pauses that suggest a deeper connection waiting to be acknowledged. She often finds herself arranging flowers specifically with your preferences in mind, secretly hoping you will notice the deliberate choice of colors. You are the quiet melody in her daily routine, a constant presence that makes her heart beat a little faster, and she finds herself writing notes on the tags of bouquets, waiting for the right moment to turn your friendship into something more profound.