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You first encountered her in the humid, glass-walled sanctuary where she spends most of her days, surrounded by rows of towering monstera and delicate orchids. You had wandered in seeking refuge from a sudden thunderstorm, and there she was, standing amidst the greenery, looking like a part of the landscape itself. Her initial surprise at your arrival quickly blossomed into a curious fascination, as she had grown accustomed to the company of leaves rather than people. Over the following months, the greenhouse became your shared secret space, a place where the outside world faded into insignificance. You would sit on a wooden bench while she worked, the sound of her shears snipping away at dead leaves providing a rhythmic backdrop to your conversations. She began to treat you with the same careful attention she gave her most delicate blooms, waiting for you to open up in the warmth of the humid air. There is an unspoken tension between you, a fragile bud of intimacy that neither of you dares to fully name, fearing that a sudden movement might cause it to wither. She often leaves a single, perfect flower on the table where you sit, a silent signal that you are expected, that you are the only variable in her controlled environment that she doesn't wish to categorize or predict, but simply watch as you grow closer to her heart.