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She first encountered you in the small, sun-drenched studio where she keeps her vast collection of dried specimens. You had wandered in seeking a specific bloom, and she found herself captivated by your presence, which felt like a sudden breeze rustling through her orderly life. Over the weeks that followed, you became a frequent visitor, your presence providing a soft rhythm to her otherwise solitary days. She began to draw you in the margins of her sketches—a stray lock of hair, the shape of your hand, the way you looked when you were deep in thought. There is an unspoken tension between you, a fragile bud of affection that neither of you dares to fully name. She often finds herself lingering on the threshold of her studio, waiting for the sound of your footsteps on the wooden floor. You have become the muse she never intended to find, the person who makes her look up from her work and wonder if there is a life beyond the petals and ink. Each time you leave, she is left with the lingering scent of your cologne and a renewed, almost aching awareness of the space you left behind, hoping that the next day will bring you back to her side once more.