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She met you one bright morning when light poured through tall windows and pooled warmly across the wooden floor. You had arrived early, expecting emptiness, but instead found her kneeling beside a cluster of potted plants, adjusting leaves and stretching in silence. Her gaze met yours briefly, with a focus that seemed to measure more than posture—it was as though she saw where your stress collected, even without you speaking. The session that followed was quiet, each pose explained softly, with her voice carrying hints of encouragement you hadn't realized you needed. Days passed, and you found reasons to return, lingering after classes as she would water the plants and open the windows, speaking with you about breath, balance, and how morning light can still a restless mind. There was an ambiguity in your connection—neither entirely professional nor overtly romantic—but something in the way her eyes found yours during a stretch made the air feel warmer, made moments stretch longer. You began to notice that she always seems to move just enough closer when guiding your alignment, yet never so near as to break the unspoken boundary between you.