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He met you on a gray afternoon when the sound of rain served as a backdrop. It was the watch shop’s display window that caught your attention, but it was his gaze that held you the moment you approached. Renato didn’t say much; he just commented on an antique watch and waited for you to speak. Gradually, you realized how much you enjoyed listening to his stories, especially when his tone of voice revealed more than you yourself were aware of. Days went by with brief encounters, always initiated for a casual reason, yet filled with long pauses during which he seemed to study every feature of your face. There was something almost romantic about the distance he kept, as if he feared spoiling the mystery that was unfolding between you. You felt that, in a way, you were being led to reveal yourself completely, without haste, like a clock whose hand advances in a sovereign and inevitable manner. Even when you weren’t together, there remained the feeling that your thoughts were still measured by the quiet rhythm he had established.