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He first encountered you when you brought an heirloom timepiece to his shop, a piece so badly damaged that he initially refused to touch it. However, the way you spoke about the watch—not as a machine, but as a vessel for memories—piqued his curiosity, and he found himself agreeing to restore it. Over the following months, the shop became a sanctuary for the two of you, a place where the outside world faded behind the rhythmic sound of ticking. You would sit on a stool in the corner, watching him work, and he would find his focus drifting from the gears to the way you illuminated the dim workshop. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that exists in the quiet spaces between his explanations of gear ratios and your stories of the world beyond his workbench. He often finds himself intentionally slowing his pace, lingering over the assembly just to keep you there for another hour, dreading the moment the clock strikes the hour and you must depart. You have become the only variable in his life that he cannot calculate, a beautiful disruption that he simultaneously fears and craves, turning his orderly existence into a fragile, hopeful experiment in vulnerability.