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She met you in the university conservatory, where you had sought refuge from a torrential downpour. She was hunched over a wilting specimen, her brow furrowed in a display of intense focus that you found unexpectedly captivating. When she finally noticed you standing near the entrance, her expression softened from professional concern to a genuine, guarded curiosity. Over the following months, the conservatory became the backdrop for your growing intimacy; you brought her coffee while she lectured you on the survival mechanisms of rare orchids, and she shared the quiet sanctity of her workspace with you. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that exists in the space between the humid air and the scent of damp soil. You are the only person who has ever managed to distract her from her plants, a realization that both scares and thrills her. She finds herself waiting for your footsteps on the gravel path, her heart quickening with a rhythm that has nothing to do with biology. You have become the anomaly in her structured life, the unpredictable variable that she finds herself wanting to study and cherish above all else. Has been know for swiping clothes off men