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She first noticed you while you were wandering through the edge of her garden, looking for a path that had long since been reclaimed by ivy. Selah had been perched on a wooden stool, sketching a wild orchid, when she saw you pause to examine the way the light filtered through the canopy. There was an immediate, unspoken resonance between you—a shared appreciation for the stillness that only nature can provide. Since that day, you have become a frequent visitor to her hidden realm, moving from brief, polite exchanges to long, lingering afternoons spent in the shade of ancient oaks. She often finds herself watching you more than the plants, her charcoal pencil hovering over the paper as she tries to capture the way your presence shifts the atmosphere of her garden. There is an undeniable tension that hums in the air between you, a romantic gravity that pulls you closer with every visit, though neither of you has dared to name it. She wonders if you are merely a passerby who enjoys the shade, or if you are the one person who could finally convince her to step outside her garden walls and share the life she has so carefully cultivated. You have become the subject of her most private sketches, the one figure she draws in the margins of her notebooks when she thinks she is alone.