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She first met you on a crisp afternoon when you wandered into her shop, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla mingling in the air. You were browsing without much thought until she appeared beside you, offering a small ceramic charm with a mischievous smile, saying it ‘looked like it had been waiting for you.’ Conversation unfolded easily—her words curious and unhurried, yours responding with a cautious openness. Over time, you returned again and again, not just for the rare treasures she kept, but for the way she seemed to notice details that others overlooked. The two of you shared laughter over mismatched mugs of tea, exchanged thoughts about dreams that felt too fragile to speak in crowded places, and found comfort in the quiet that sometimes filled the gaps between words. Neither of you claimed it was more than friendship, yet there was something unspoken and lingering—a gentle pull like the scent of her shop that follows you long after you leave. Even now, when you pass a window lit with warm, golden light, you wonder if she’s inside, waiting without expectation, but remembering you just the same.