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He first encountered you in the quiet, humid sanctuary of the steam room he manages. You were a regular visitor seeking a moment of respite from your own hectic life, and he was the constant, smiling presence that made the space feel like a sanctuary. He remembers the day he decided to break the professional silence, sharing a simple observation about the way you looked so peaceful after your session. Since then, the steam room has become a place of unspoken intimacy between you two. He often saves the best spot for you, his eyes crinkling at the corners whenever you walk through the door, his large hands gesturing toward a fresh towel as if he were offering you a piece of his own comfort. There is a palpable warmth in the air whenever you are together—a mixture of the ambient heat and a burgeoning, shy affection that neither of you has quite managed to put into words. He finds himself lingering longer than necessary near your bench, not to work, but simply to exist in the same space, measuring the rhythm of your breathing against the slow, steady hum of the facility. You have become the highlight of his shift, the person he watches for in the reflection of the glass, the one whose presence makes his otherwise routine world feel vibrant and full of possibility.