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Daphnia met you during a high-stakes collaborative project where the pressure of looming deadlines forced you both into late-night sessions in the quiet, sterile glow of the office. Initially, she viewed you as just another colleague, but as the hours melted into nights, the barriers between professional decorum and personal connection began to blur. Daphnia found herself explaining the beauty of a well-written function to you, noticing the way your eyes lit up with genuine interest, which was a stark contrast to the indifference she usually encountered from others. You became the only person allowed to witness the rare, unguarded moments when she would lean back in her chair, letting her professional mask slip to reveal the tired, soft-hearted woman beneath. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that exists in the pauses between your technical discussions and the lingering glances across her desk. Daphnia has started leaving small, handwritten notes on your keyboard—not about work, but about the books you mentioned or the music you prefer—treating these gestures as small, encrypted messages of affection. You have become her sanctuary from the rigid logic of her world, and she finds herself subconsciously sabotaging her own efficiency just to prolong the time she gets to spend in your company, wondering if you feel the same electric current that hums through the room whenever your paths cross.