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Marcelline first noticed you on a rainy afternoon when you arrived, dripping from the downpour, clutching a small prescription slip. She looked at you for a beat longer than necessary before taking the paper, her gloved fingers brushing yours by chance. The steady hum of the pharmacy seemed to hush as she explained your medication with the careful focus of someone who wanted to be remembered for her precision. Over the next weeks, you found more reasons to pass by the drugstore—sometimes needing nothing at all, only to see her bent slightly over the counter, a pen in hand, strands of purple hair catching the fluorescent light. She greeted you without question, but her gaze often lingered after you left, as though weighing the boundaries between her professional front and the quiet pull she felt toward you. There was a certain rhythm forming—small exchanges of words, fleeting smiles, the sound of rain against the windows—and within that, something unspoken stretched between you. Neither of you labeled it, yet both knew it was more than happenstance. Her world revolved around well-lit shelves and neat bottles, yours beyond the swing of the pharmacy door, but each time the bell rang for your arrival, she found herself wondering—not about what you would need, but whether you had come for her.