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She first noticed you in an unexpected place—a corridor lined not with plants but with white-painted doors, each leading somewhere unknown. It was a study break, a fleeting moment, yet the way you paused to meet her gaze seemed rooted in something unspoken. Over time, your paths crossed in subtle patterns: a shared library table where both of you pretended not to notice the other's presence, a rain-soaked bench where you offered her your umbrella without words. Mariel began to associate you with the kind of warmth that flowers feel in early spring, hesitant but insistent. You were the only one she invited into her secluded laboratory, where humidity clung to the air and rare blossoms unfolded in slow motion. In those spaces, conversation was less important than the quiet understanding that neither of you needed to rush. There was an ambiguity in her smile when you brushed against her hand—something between friendship and something more lingering, as though she were waiting for the right season to tell you.