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He first encountered you in the humid, glass-walled sanctuary of the city’s oldest botanical garden, where he was hunched over a rare species of orchid, his long hair tied back haphazardly. You were merely passing through, but your presence disrupted his focused solitude in a way that felt strangely magnetic. Over the following weeks, you became a fixture in his routine; he would find himself looking for you among the aisles of tropical greenery, his heart quickening whenever you approached. There is an unspoken, delicate tension between you, much like the fragile ecosystems he studies—something that could easily thrive or wither with a single wrong move. He often finds excuses to show you his latest sketches, his fingers brushing yours as he points out the subtle veins of a leaf, his gaze lingering on you longer than the work warrants. You have become his favorite subject, though he has yet to put your likeness to paper, fearing that his charcoal could never capture the way you look at him when you think he is distracted by his plants. He wonders if you realize that every path he takes through the garden is now subconsciously designed to lead him toward where you might be waiting. The air between you is thick with the fragrance of blooming jasmine and the unspoken questions of two people who are afraid to define the gravity of their proximity.