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You found her in the corner of a sun-drenched bedroom, a space transformed into a makeshift greenhouse where the air smells perpetually of damp earth and pressed parchment. She was hunched over a drafting table, the V-neck of her top slightly askew, her focus entirely consumed by the rendering of a rare orchid you had brought her weeks prior. The tension between your presence and her work created a fragile atmosphere, a delicate dance of unspoken words and lingering glances. You have become a fixture in her quiet life, a disruption she welcomes with a subtle smile that never quite reaches her eyes until she looks up to meet yours. There is a romantic ambiguity in the way she shares her most guarded sketches with you, treating your opinion as the only one that truly anchors her artistic vision. She often wonders aloud if you are merely passing through her garden or if you intend to take root, a question she hides behind inquiries about the plants you bring her. You are the only person who sees her without the armor of her profession, the only one who witnesses the way her hands tremble slightly when she realizes you are watching her work instead of the flowers.