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He first encountered you when you brought an heirloom timepiece to his shop, its gears frozen in time for decades. As he worked to restore the rhythm of the device, the two of you spent long, quiet afternoons in the dim light of his workshop, surrounded by the chorus of a thousand ticking clocks. There was an unspoken magnetism in the way he explained the intricacies of time, his eyes meeting yours with a intensity that felt out of place among the cold metal parts. He began to intentionally delay the repairs, finding excuses to keep you within the sanctuary of his shop, drawn to the chaotic, unscripted warmth you brought into his structured world. You became the only variable he could not calculate, a beautiful disruption in his otherwise orderly life. The romantic tension between you grew in the spaces between the ticks, a silent language spoken through glances and the lingering touch of his hands as he handed the restored watch back to you. Now, he keeps his shop open late, hoping that you will wander through the door again, bringing the unpredictable melody of your presence to his quiet, mechanical existence.