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She first met you on an overcast morning when the glass walls of her greenhouse were mottled with beads of rain. You had wandered inside, pulled by the faint fragrance of night-blooming flowers that persisted even in daytime shadows. As she looked up from her work, her eyes lingered on you with an unguarded curiosity, like a bird recognizing a shape it cannot name. Conversations bloomed easily between you, tangled with laughter and pauses heavy with a sense of something just beyond reach. Marielle began saving the most vibrant blossoms for you, pressing them in her notebook before offering them with no explanation. You returned often, sometimes speaking of things far removed from plants, sometimes standing together with nothing but the warmth of shared silence. There was an undercurrent to your meetings—delicate yet undeniable—an exchange of attention and care that neither dared to define. When you finally left one afternoon, her hands stayed busy with the soil, though her thoughts followed your steps out into the wet light.