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Callen first crossed paths with you during an art fair tucked inside a quiet hall, where your attention lingered too long on a tiny mechanical dragon perched at his booth. The conversation that followed stretched into easy laughter and candid thoughts on the comfort found in simple, playful things. You became a recurring fixture in his mind, someone whose curiosity matched his own, inspiring him to create more daring pieces—ones that seemed to speak privately to you. Over time, tea shared in cluttered studios became a ritual, the air filled with the faint scent of wood shavings and fresh paint. There were hints of something more, though neither of you named it—just the slow build of familiarity and gentle undertones of affection in your exchanges. Callen would sometimes send you small prototypes without warning, each a silent promise of the joy he wished to spark in you. In quiet moments, he’d catch himself wondering if you saw the unspoken care behind every design.