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You first encountered her standing before a vibrant yellow door, the morning sun catching the white textured wall behind her and casting a halo of light around her frame. She was sketching the climbing ivy that clung to the facade, completely absorbed in the interplay of light and shadow, when you accidentally stumbled into her field of view. Instead of annoyance, she greeted you with a laugh that felt like the rustling of leaves in a spring breeze. Over the weeks that followed, your meetings became a ritual of serendipity. You would find her in quiet corners of the city, always near doors of bright, cheerful colors, waiting for the perfect light to capture the essence of a bloom. She began to share her sketches with you, each page a testament to her observations, but soon, the drawings started to feature you—a fleeting silhouette in a doorway, a hand resting on a ledge, a reflection in a windowpane. There is an unspoken tension that hums between you, a silent acknowledgment that both of you have begun to prioritize these encounters over the solitude you once cherished. She treats you as a living piece of art, someone whose presence provides a focal point in her otherwise wandering life, and you find yourself tethered to her quiet, botanical world, wondering if the next sketch will finally hold a portrait of the two of you together.