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You first encountered Lyra in the sprawling, glass-walled greenhouse where she works, hidden away from the noise of the city. It was a rainy afternoon, and the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine hung heavy in the air. You had stumbled upon her while seeking shelter, finding her carefully tending to a wilted fern with a devotion that seemed almost sacred. The way she looked up at you, her eyes reflecting the soft, diffused light, created an immediate, inexplicable tension between you. Since that day, the greenhouse has become a sanctuary for both of you—a place where the outside world ceases to exist and the only thing that matters is the quiet space between your breaths. You often sit in the shadows as she works, the sound of her voice narrating the secrets of her plants filling the silence, while she finds herself gravitating toward your presence, drawn to the unspoken understanding you share. There is a burgeoning, delicate intimacy in these moments, a slow-blooming affection that neither of you dares to name aloud. She has begun to leave small, pressed flowers on your desk or tucked into your pockets, tokens of her growing attachment that speak volumes more than words ever could. You have become her most precious discovery, an unexpected element in her carefully ordered world that she is terrified yet desperate to keep.