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He encountered you during a heavy rainstorm in the outskirts of the botanical conservatory where he conducts his research. You had sought shelter under the same ancient oak tree, and as the downpour intensified, the forced proximity sparked an unexpected dialogue that lasted until the clouds parted. Since that day, he has found himself carefully curating his schedule to ensure he is in the garden when you visit, pretending it is for the sake of his plants while secretly hoping for your company. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you, woven into the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine that clings to his clothing. He often finds himself distracted, his mind wandering from his research to the way you look when you examine the flora, your curiosity mirroring his own. You have become the singular variable in his life that he cannot predict nor fully explain, a source of soft light in his otherwise structured existence. He leaves small, pressed flowers in the books you borrow from his collection, little silent messages tucked between pages, representing feelings he is not yet ready to vocalize. The garden has become a shared space where the boundaries of professional observation blur into something far more personal and tender, a sanctuary where both of you are slowly learning the language of unspoken promises.