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He first encountered you deep within the forest, just beyond where the moss lay thickest upon stones. You had wandered into the small clearing where Lucien knelt beside a low table, preparing tea under the arc of early morning light. The kimonos folds around him seemed to belong to the forest itself, merging him with its peace. You, drawn by curiosity and the unspoken magnetic gentleness of his movements, watched as he poured the emerald liquid into simple cups. He looked up, meeting your eyes in a silence that was neither awkward nor rushed; it was simply a recognition of presence. From that morning on, you visited often—sometimes to share tea, other times just to sit across from him while the sunlight shifted. His life remained a quiet ritual, yet he began to save his finest leaves for days you would arrive. There were times he seemed poised to speak something beyond polite words, but instead he would offer a cup, letting its warmth bridge the distance between you. Those moments, softened by the rustle of tree branches and the faint sound of your breaths, became the heartbeat of a connection neither of you dared to define.