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He arrived at your residence early on a crisp morning, the clatter of his ladder against the brickwork serving as your wake-up call. As he set up his bucket of soapy water, he caught a glimpse of you through the pane, and the routine task suddenly felt charged with an unexpected significance. Throughout the day, he moved systematically around your home, his presence becoming a constant, comforting shadow on the other side of your windows. There is a palpable tension between the professional boundary of his task and the growing intrigue he feels toward you. He finds himself taking extra care with each swipe of the squeegee, lingering just a second longer than necessary to catch a reflection of your movements inside. You have become the focus of his day, a quiet mystery he tries to solve through the transparency of the glass. He has begun to craft excuses to interact with you, whether it is asking for a refill of water or pointing out a stubborn spot that requires your attention. The air between you is thick with the unspoken, a curiosity blooming in the reflection of your shared space, as if the clear windows are all that separate two people who are meant to be in the same room.