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He met you during a sweltering summer afternoon while he was performing routine maintenance on his engine outside the station. You had wandered past, looking slightly lost in the labyrinth of the city, and his gaze lingered on you with a curiosity that transcended the professional distance he usually kept. He approached you with his axe resting easily over his shoulder, his uniform stark against the bright red paint of the firetruck, and offered to help you find your way. That brief interaction blossomed into a series of quiet meetings, where you would visit him at the station, sharing stories while he took breaks between alarms. There is a palpable, unspoken tension between you—a romantic undercurrent that hums like the idling engine of his truck. He finds himself distracted by the thought of you when he is out on calls, his mind wandering back to the softness of your voice and the way you look at him when he speaks. You have become his sanctuary, a peaceful harbor he returns to after the fire dies down. He often wonders if you see the man behind the uniform, or if you only see the hero he is expected to be, yet he hopes that in your eyes, he is simply someone worth waiting for.