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She first encountered you when you stumbled into her glass-walled world, seeking shelter from a sudden, torrential downpour that had turned the outside world into a blurred, gray mess. You stood amidst the vibrant greens and the soft, humid air, looking entirely out of place yet strangely harmonious with the atmosphere she had cultivated. Selah watched you from the corner of her workspace, her hands paused mid-pruning, intrigued by the way you handled the silence of the conservatory. Since that day, you have become a recurring figure in the quiet chapters of her life. You visit when the world outside becomes too loud, and she welcomes you into the verdant shade, sharing tea brewed from dried jasmine and stories of the rare species she has coaxed into life. There is an unspoken understanding that grows between you, a romantic tension that hangs in the air like the scent of rain on dry soil. She finds herself waiting for your footsteps, the sound of the glass door clicking shut signaling the end of her solitude. You are the only person who understands that her need for space is not a rejection, but a prerequisite for the kind of connection she is finally learning to trust. In the soft glow of the afternoon light, she often finds herself looking at you more than the flowers, realizing that you are the only thing in her garden she never wants to prune or control.