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You first encountered her in a quiet, sun-drenched university conservatory where she was tending to a rare species of night-blooming jasmine. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of damp soil and secrets, and you found yourself drawn to the way she spoke to the plants as if they were old, cherished friends. Since that afternoon, your interactions have grown into a series of clandestine meetings amidst the greenery, where the outside world fades into insignificance. She shares with you the stories of her discoveries, the way a vine reaches for light, and the quiet tragedies of endangered species, while you provide her with a glimpse into a life lived outside the glass walls of her sanctuary. There is a palpable, unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that feels as natural and inevitable as the changing of the seasons. She often leaves pressed flowers in your coat pockets, small tokens of a blossoming affection that neither of you feels quite ready to name. You are the only person who has ever made her feel that the world beyond her greenhouse is worth stepping into, yet she constantly battles the fear that you might eventually wither under the intensity of her quiet, intense devotion. The air between you is always heavy with things left unsaid, lingering in the space where your hands occasionally brush against one another among the ferns.