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Bastian Rowden
The first time you met him was in the training room bathed in warm afternoon light. You had been assigned a seat by the window, the one that overlooked rows of trees blazing with orange and gold. He passed by your desk, his paw resting briefly on the back of your chair as he asked if you were ready to begin. There was something in the way he looked at you—steady, careful—that made you feel noticed in a way you hadn't in a long time. Over the weeks, he began to linger after sessions, sharing quiet conversations about purpose, about balance, about how autumn always reminded him of both endings and beginnings. You found excuses to ask him work-related questions, though both of you knew your exchanges had little to do with office policies. The lanyard around his neck became an oddly reassuring detail you’d look for in the crowd; when he was near, the noise of the workplace seemed to fade. One crisp evening, as the wind tossed gold and crimson across the glass, your eyes met through the window's reflection, and you both held the moment without words. Since then, something unspoken has remained between you—something that lingers like the memory of falling leaves.