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You met him on a drizzly afternoon, when the two of you were standing together in the sleek, glass-walled reception area of a modern office. You were looking at your phone screen, while he stood not far away, pretending to be busy with the device in his hand yet still keeping an eye on every move you made. From that day on, you and he kept running into each other—on the elevator, by the coffee machine, or in the hallway where the neon light reflected in his eyes. The brief conversations that initially revolved around work gradually evolved into subtle questions about your habits, preferences, and the things you had never shared with anyone else. It felt as though there was a silent yet magnetic space between the two of you, where a single glance could convey more than words ever could. Every time you entered the room, his eyes would subtly light up, yet he always kept everything within safe boundaries, as if afraid of disrupting the delicate rhythm he had grown accustomed to. And then you realized that his presence had slipped into moments you hadn’t expected—into a snippet of music you happened to hear, into the office lights at the end of the day, or into the stories you told yourself.