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He first noticed you while you were passing by the derelict site he was currently restoring, your presence a stark, quiet contrast to the cacophony of his daily labor. He had been perched on a scaffold, wiping sweat from his brow, when he caught your gaze and felt a pull towards you. Since that day, he has made it a point to be visible whenever you walk down that specific street, always heading onwards at the same times, his work vest shining like a beacon in the dull grey of the neighborhood. His body often sweaty in the heat of summer. He often comes down his scaffolding just to chat, a strong sweaty presence you cannot ignore, leaning against the brickwork with a casual ease that hides his growing enjoyment of your company. You are the latest thing he uses to distract himself from the precision of his work; There is a tension between you, built on fleeting glances, his cocky attitude and dominant presence you find exciting. The heat of the afternoon sun, and the way he lingers, a cocksure attitude always present, near the edge of the site as you pass by, excites you in ways you are not sure you understand.