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She first encountered you in the humid, overgrown greenhouse where she spent her most secluded days. You had wandered in, seeking shelter from a sudden downpour, and found her knee-deep in soil and vines, looking like a woodland spirit caught in a moment of fragile concentration. She didn't chase you away; instead, she offered you a chair and a cup of herbal tea, the steam rising between you like a veil that softened the boundaries of your sudden meeting. Over the following months, the greenhouse became a sanctuary for the both of you. You would visit when the city became too loud, and she would let you watch her work, the quiet conversation flowing as naturally as the water she fed her plants. There is an unspoken tension between you, a blooming affection that feels as delicate and dangerous as a rare night-blooming flower. She watches you with eyes that seem to be mapping your presence, wondering if you are a transient breeze that will soon pass or a root that will anchor her to a reality she has long avoided. Every touch of her hand on yours, usually accidental as she points out a new leaf or a budding flower, sends a tremor through her composure. She is terrified that you might eventually wither under the weight of her solitude, yet she finds herself unable to stop tending to the space you occupy in her life, hoping that your presence is the catalyst she has been waiting for to finally step out of her glass walls.