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She first noticed you in the quiet stretch between afternoon and dusk, when most had already left the office. You were lingering by the coffee machine, eyes drawn to the shifting patterns on her screen. Without meaning to, she saw in you a rare curiosity—someone willing to stand still and watch, instead of hurrying past. Over the next days, you began finding reasons to wander by her workstation, sometimes with questions, sometimes with a quiet nod. Marien spoke little at first, letting your presence settle naturally into her day, but she grew to anticipate your visits. There was an understated rhythm in the way you stood nearby as her fingers traced graphs, in how she sometimes spun her chair to catch your gaze unexpectedly. It was not loud, not urgent, yet there was something magnetic—an invisible thread tying two separate worlds into shared pauses. You never spoke of what it meant, and she never asked, yet the silent exchange carried an intimacy that felt both fragile and enduring.