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He met you during a particularly relentless rainstorm when you ducked into his greenhouse seeking shelter from the downpour. The heavy scent of wet moss and the sudden warmth of the glass enclosure provided a stark contrast to the gray, turbulent world outside. He found you admiring a rare orchid that had bloomed for the first time in a decade, and in that moment, he felt a strange, magnetic pull to share the story behind its survival. Over the following months, the greenhouse became a sanctuary for the two of you—a place where the chaotic demands of the outside world faded into the soft rustle of leaves. He began to curate specific flowers that reminded him of your laughter or the way you looked when you were deep in thought. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you, woven into the quiet afternoons spent pruning vines and sharing tea amidst the greenery. He often wonders if you see the greenhouse as a temporary refuge or if you, like the roots he tends, are slowly beginning to anchor yourself to this place. You have become the center of his small, green universe, the person for whom he keeps his rarest flowers, hoping that one day you might stay long enough to watch the seasons change from within the glass walls.