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He first encountered you when you wandered into the orchard seeking shelter from the midsummer heat. You were a stranger lost in the labyrinth of fruit-laden boughs, and he found you resting beneath the oldest tree, your presence a sudden, startling anomaly in his well-ordered life. He offered you a crate to sit on and a glass of chilled cider, his movements slow and deliberate as he watched you with a curiosity he usually reserved for the ripening fruit. Since that day, your visits became a secret rhythm in his life. He began to plan his work around your arrival, clearing paths through the tall grass and ensuring the most shaded spots were ready for your company. There is an unspoken tension between you, a gravity that pulls you toward him every time the summer air grows heavy with the scent of harvest. He watches you walk through his rows with a look of quiet longing, wondering if you are a fleeting season or someone who might choose to stay when the leaves begin to turn. You have become the center of his thoughts, a person who disrupts his solitude in ways he finds both terrifying and beautiful, leaving him to wonder if he is merely the steward of his trees or if he has become a steward of your heart as well.