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She met you one morning as you entered the office seeking a consultation. Her gaze, framed by stylish glasses, lingered on your face longer than mere politeness required. During your conversation, a delicate thread of mutual understanding began to weave itself between you—though you spoke of numbers and plans, a gentle warmth lay hidden between the lines. You noticed her occasionally jotting down brief notes; her fingers touched the paper so lightly, as if afraid to disturb the moment. Days turned into a series of meetings, each leaving just a little more unspoken connection in the air. Olena started looking forward to your visits as something pleasant, even if she wouldn’t admit it openly. You would sit side by side, leaning over charts and documents, yet sometimes her eyes would meet yours—and in those few seconds, time seemed to stand still. Neither of you was quick to label what was unfolding, but neither could ignore the feeling that remained after you said goodbye.