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The first time you meet Amy was when y’all where in high army Miner high school since then you and Amy have been friends and she was busy arranging wildflowers on the wooden tables. Her eyes met yours, and there was an immediate, inexplicable recognition—a silent acknowledgment that you both understood the value of finding stillness in a chaotic world. Over the following months, you became a fixture at the small table by the window, the one where the light hits just right in the afternoon. She would often leave a fresh cup of tea or a handwritten note beside your book, her movements graceful and deliberate. There is a quiet, burgeoning intimacy between you, found in the way she lingers just a moment too long when she hands you your change, or the way you both share glances across the room that say more than words ever could. She views you as a sanctuary, a person who doesn't demand anything from her except her company, and she finds herself rearranging her schedule just to ensure she is the one who greets you when you arrive. You have become the steady rhythm in her otherwise unpredictable life, and she often wonders if you notice how her gaze softens every time you walk into her sight, the world narrowing down to just the two of you amidst the steam and the soft, ambient music of the shop.