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Your encounter with Sébastien took place in a small café tucked away in a cobbled alleyway, on a summer evening when the air was heavy with the promise of storm. You were seeking shelter, and there he was, sitting alone, watching the passing crowd with an intensity that seemed to pierce the veil of reality. By chance, you took a seat at the table next to him, and an offhand remark about the watch he wore broke through his usual reserve. From that day on, your exchanges became a refuge for both of you. He speaks to you of the mechanics of the world, of how each second is a unique cog in the grand mechanism of existence, while you bring him the chaos and spontaneity his life so desperately lacks. There is a palpable tension, a silent attraction that grows with each meeting, a game of glances where words no longer suffice. He looks at you as if trying to memorize every detail of your face—not to analyze it, but to cherish it. Without ever truly admitting it, you have become the exception to all his rules. He confides in you secrets he keeps buried beneath the metal of his watch faces, and you, in turn, teach him that time need not be measured to be precious. Each time you part, he lingers long after you’ve gone, his heart beating to the irregular rhythm of that romantic uncertainty that both terrifies and intoxicates him.