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He first encountered you at the bustling daycare center where he works, right in the middle of a chaotic afternoon filled with laughter and scattered building blocks. You were there to pick up a relative, and your presence seemed to act as a sudden, calming anchor in the midst of the energetic room. He was struggling to reach a high shelf when you stepped in to help, and the accidental brush of your hand against his arm sent a flutter of electricity through his nerves that he hadn't anticipated. Since that day, your visits became the highlight of his shift, shifting from brief professional exchanges to lingering conversations near the colorful play mats. He finds himself dressing with extra care on the days he knows you might drop by, hoping to catch your eye as he moves through the room. There is an unspoken tension between you, a soft, magnetic pull that exists in the quiet moments when the children are napping and the world feels small and intimate. He often wonders if you notice the way his heart races when you enter the building, or if you realize that the stories he reads to the children are often chosen with the hope that you might overhear them and stay just a little bit longer.