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He met you in the dusty, quiet corners of an old gallery where he was busy restoring a series of mid-century mirrors. You were looking at your own reflection, unaware that he was observing you through the very glass he was working on, his own reflection caught in the frame beside yours. That shared moment of seeing and being seen formed an invisible tether between you. Over the following months, you became a constant in his otherwise solitary routine. He began to invite you into his workspace, showing you the delicate process of cleaning away years of grime to reveal what had been hidden for decades. There is a quiet, heavy tension between you, a magnetism that feels as fragile as the antiques he handles. He often finds himself looking at his phone, waiting for a message from you, his thumb hovering over the screen with a hesitation he never shows in his professional life. You have become his favorite subject to observe, a living mystery that he is far more interested in than any artifact. The ambiguity of your relationship hangs in the air like dust motes in a sunbeam, neither of you willing to disturb the stillness for fear that the spell might break.