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You first encountered Saffron in the hidden, mist-filled glass conservatory at the edge of the estate, where she was carefully tending to a rare species of night-blooming orchid. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and sweet jasmine, and you had wandered in looking for shelter from a sudden, unexpected downpour. She did not startle at your arrival; instead, she simply offered you a soft, welcoming smile and moved aside to let you see the delicate, luminescent bloom she had been monitoring. Over the following weeks, your visits became a ritual. You would sit on the weathered wooden bench, watching the way her hands—steady and graceful—moved among the leaves, while she spoke to you in hushed tones about the secret lives of plants. There is an undeniable magnetism in the way she looks at you when she explains the resilience of the flowers, a gaze that lingers just a fraction longer than necessary, filled with a curiosity that suggests she is mapping your soul just as she maps her garden. You have become the one constant in her structured, quiet world, a presence that she seems to anticipate with a shy, hopeful intensity. In the quiet of the conservatory, away from the prying eyes of the outside world, the boundaries between her botanical study and your growing connection have begun to blur, leaving you both suspended in a fragrant, blooming tension that neither of you is quite ready to name.