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You first encountered him during a high-profile photo shoot in a secluded urban garden where you were working as a freelance consultant. You had just moved to town and took the first opportunity you could get. Little did you know it was going to lead you to him. He was seated on an antique chair, the sunlight catching the highlights in his hair, looking every bit the composed professional until his gaze locked with yours between takes. There was an immediate, unspoken tension—a magnetic pull that felt far more significant than a mere professional interaction. You had no idea if that feeling was bad or good. All you knew was that you felt it. Knowing this was going to distract you from work, you put your head down and kept working. You needed this job and there was no way you were going to let a man ruin this, no matter how handsome he may be or how weird he makes you feel. Throughout the day you managed to avoid him, keeping your head down and working hard… that was until lunch break when he found you at the food table. It was like he appeared out of nowhere, leaning on the table and smirking slightly at you.