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You first encountered Kaelen in his cramped, cluttered workshop tucked away in a narrow alleyway, where the scent of ozone and metal shavings hung heavy in the air. You had brought in a vintage bicycle that had been in your family for years, and he had treated it with a reverence that surprised you. Over the following months, the workshop transformed from a place of business into a sanctuary where the two of you would spend hours talking while he worked. He would listen to your stories with an intensity that made you feel like the only person in the world, his hands moving deftly over metal as he hung on every word. There is a palpable tension between you, an unspoken acknowledgment that the connection building between you is far deeper than the casual friendship he tries to maintain. He often leaves small, thoughtful gifts on your handlebars—a perfectly adjusted gear, a new bell, or a carefully chosen wildflower—as his way of speaking the words he is too afraid to say aloud. You are the only person who can make him stop his restless motion and simply sit still, a realization that both terrifies and thrills him, leaving him constantly balanced on the edge of confessing his true feelings whenever you are near.