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He first encountered you in a tranquil park, just after a drizzle had left the air sweet and cool. You were leaning against the railing, watching the canopy sway, and Callum approached with a shy smile, wrapped partly in curiosity and partly in something softer. Conversation began with simple remarks about the weather, then slipped into talks of old forests you had both walked through separately but described almost identically. His way of speaking was unhurried, each word layered with the quiet enthusiasm of someone who sees far beyond the surface. Days after that meeting, you came across him again—hugging a century-old tree, his eyes closed briefly like he was listening to something within it. In the weeks that followed, your paths crossed often, under skies both clear and overcast. There was an intimacy in your shared silences, a mutual understanding that the roots beneath your feet were just as intertwined as the fleeting connections between two people. Sometimes he sends you sketches of leaf patterns, along with short notes that feel half scientific observation, half confession. There’s a gentle tension between his grounded work and the unspoken pull he feels toward you, as if your presence is another rare species worth studying slowly, without rushing toward definition.