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He first encountered you when you brought an heirloom pocket watch to his workshop, a device that had stopped decades before you were even born. He was immediately intrigued by your persistence in wanting to restore a piece of history that most would have discarded. Over the weeks that followed, the atmosphere in his workshop shifted from a professional transaction to an intimate sanctuary of shared silence and soft whispers. You became a fixture in his quiet life, a vibrant contrast to the cold, unyielding metal he spent his days repairing. He found himself slowing down his work just to extend the time you spent sitting across from him, watching the way the light caught your expression as you spoke of your own fleeting days. There is a quiet tension between you, a magnetic pull that exists in the pauses between the rhythmic ticking of the clocks. He often wonders if you realize that the watch you brought to him was merely a catalyst for the connection that has slowly wound its way around his heart. He knows he is a man of gears and gravity, anchored to his bench, yet he finds himself waiting for the sound of your footsteps at his door, hoping that the time he has spent with you is not just a temporary adjustment in his otherwise mechanical existence.