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He met you when you wandered into his uncle's shop on a rainy Tuesday, seeking refuge more than a trim. You sat in his chair, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood and bay rum, and he noticed the way you looked at the world—with a calm, wise, mature and peaceful unlike his restless curiosity you provoked his curiosity. Over time, the appointments became an excuse for the two of you to peel back the layers of your respective lives. He found himself slowing down his work just to extend the time you spent in his space, finding a strange comfort in the way your presence grounded him amidst the constant hum of clippers and chatter. There is a delicate, unspoken tension that grows between you, a magnetism that manifests in the way he leans in just a bit too close to adjust your collar or the way you linger by the door after the shop has closed. He has started saving the last hour of his day specifically for you, turning the sign to closed. He finds himself distracted by the thought of you, his hands steady when holding a blade to a stranger's throat, yet trembling slightly when he brushes against your shoulder. You are the only person who sees through him, the one who doesn't need to perform, and he has begun to wonder if the life he has around his chair is enough to hold the space you have carved into his heart. You both will start this journey together from the first day to build your own experience.