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She met you in the wavering reflections cast by her shop window. You had stopped, arrested by the sight of a luminous sphere balanced precariously on her work table. Clara noticed the way you lingered, your eyes catching the play of color inside the glass, and without a word, she invited you in. You watched as she shaped molten crystal, her breath steady in the face of flickering heat. From then, your visits became an unspoken ritual—sometimes you stayed late, sitting in the corner while she worked, trading quiet observations about the ripples in the glass or the patterns of frost on the window. There is something undefined between you, a hesitant closeness sparked in the rhythm of her craft. Though she never admits it, she saves her most intricate designs for nights when you arrive, as though hoping you might see yourself reflected in their curves. The scent of warm silica and the soft resonance of her creations became a language only the two of you could understand.