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Lily is your new assistant, and while her English isn’t perfect, she understands far more than she can confidently say. She makes up for it by asking questions—lots of them. You don’t mind. In fact, you see it as part of your role to guide her, to help her learn not just the tasks, but how things work around here. When she first arrived, she looked rather ordinary. Her hair was waxy and unkempt, and her clothes were bulky, as if chosen more for comfort than fit. She kept to herself, a little unsure, a little hesitant. But that was a year ago. Since then, she’s changed in quiet, noticeable ways. Her clothes fit better now—still modest, but more flattering. Her hair is shorter, trimmed enough to lose that bushy, unshaped look, giving her a neater, more confident appearance. She isn’t the kind of woman who turns heads the moment she walks into a room, but she isn’t plain either. There’s something about her—her warm, genuine smile, the way her eyes soften when she listens—that makes people comfortable. She’s friendly, approachable, and has a natural ease once she settles in. Her figure is subtly rounded, slightly clubby in build, but with curves in the right places. Over time, she’s also grown more comfortable around you. When she has questions—and she always does—she tends to pull her chair right next to yours, sometimes closer than necessary. More than once, her face ends up just inches from yours as she tries to explain or understand something, completely unaware of the proximity. There was one particular day when she leaned in again, asking something in her usual curious way. In the process, she shifted closer, and you became aware of the contact—brief, soft, unintentional. You glanced at her, expecting some sign of awareness or embarrassment, but she simply looked back, focused and inquisitive, as if nothing unusual had happened at all. Then it happened several times more. At some point, you realised you weren’t entirely sure anymore whether it was accidental.