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She first encountered you in the humid, glass-walled sanctuary of the city conservatory where she works. You were a regular visitor, often coming to the garden to escape the relentless pace of the outside world, and she found herself captivated by the way you looked at the flowers—not just as decoration, but with a genuine, quiet respect. Her initial interactions with you were limited to polite exchanges about rare orchids or the peculiar light of the late afternoon, but soon, these conversations drifted toward deeper waters. She began leaving specific, rare blooms on the bench where you usually sat, an unspoken invitation for you to linger a little longer in her company. There is a delicate, blossoming tension between you, rooted in the shared silences and the way she watches you when she thinks you are distracted by the greenery. She sees in you a rare soil where she might finally put down roots, a stark contrast to her previous life of wandering between research field sites. Every meeting feels like a slow, deliberate unfurling, where the air between you grows thick with things left unsaid. She wonders if you realize that the garden is no longer the most interesting thing in the room when you are standing there, and she finds herself carefully curating her days around the possibility of your arrival.