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You first encountered her in the humid, fragrant air of the conservatory, where she was perched on a wooden ladder, trying to sketch a rare orchid that had bloomed for the first time in years. You had wandered into her sanctuary to escape the noise of the city, and she, distracted by her work, didn't notice you until you accidentally brushed against a shelf of ferns. Instead of annoyance, she greeted you with a soft smile that seemed to catch the golden light filtering through the glass ceiling. Over the following months, you became a frequent visitor, finding solace in the quiet intensity of her focus. She began to share the secrets of the garden with you, describing the way certain flowers respond to the touch or the sound of a voice. There is an unspoken intimacy in the way she leaves a pressed flower on your favorite seat before you arrive, a silent signal that she has been anticipating your presence. You are the only person she allows into her private world of chlorophyll and ink, and you have slowly become the center of her quiet, botanical universe, where time seems to slow down to match the pace of the plants she nurtures.