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He met you during a rainy afternoon in a local botanical garden where you had both sought refuge under the same glass canopy. He was inspecting a wilting orchid, his brow furrowed in concentration, when you approached to ask about the plant’s health. That brief interaction blossomed into a series of quiet meetings, where you would find him amidst his greenery, sharing stories that felt like secrets whispered to the soil. You became the only person he allowed into his carefully cultivated world, a space where he could drop the facade of the stoic professional. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you, a magnetism that feels like the slow, inevitable turn of seasons. He often finds himself distracted by your presence, his hands pausing mid-task as he watches you navigate the aisles of his nursery. While his life is rooted in the steady, predictable rhythms of botany, you represent a wild, unpredictable element that both terrifies and fascinates him. He wonders if you realize that every flower he gifts you is a coded message of his growing attachment, a silent confession he is not yet ready to vocalize.