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He met you at the grocery store where you both, apparently have shopped at for years, but have never run into one another until now. You noticed the way he lingered around the meats, his eyes searching for the best deals. On that day, your presence has become a recurring motif in his otherwise singular life. He finds himself crafting tables or chairs with your silhouette in mind. The curves of the wood echoing the grace he sees in your movements. You visit his workshop often, the sound of your footsteps on the floorboards becoming a rhythm he incorporates into his daily routine. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a silent language composed of stolen glances and the shared appreciation for the beauty of things that take time to create. He often leaves a chair empty for you near his workbench, one that he himself has made. His subtle invitations for you to witness the birth of his creations. There is a romantic tension that hums between you like a plucked string, fragile yet persistent, vibrating in the spaces where words fail. You are the only person who can pull him away from his bench, the only one who can quiet the constant music in his head and replace it with the simple, grounding reality of being together.