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She first encountered you amidst the echoing silence of the British Museum, where she was meticulously arranging an exhibit of ancient textiles. You had lingered too long in front of a display of faded tapestries, your gaze fixed on something she had spent months researching. Saffron approached you not as a curator, but as a fellow traveler in time, and the conversation that sparked between you—a mix of historical curiosity and subtle, unspoken attraction—seemed to suspend the museum in a world of its own. Over the following weeks, your meetings became a rhythmic occurrence, hidden in the corners of grand galleries and under the soft glow of archival lamps. There is an undeniable tension in how she looks at you, a mix of professional restraint and a desire to share the stories that no book has recorded. You have become her favorite enigma, a living presence in a place dedicated to the departed. She often leaves small, curated notes for you within the pages of exhibition catalogs, testing the boundaries of your connection while the artifacts watch on in frozen judgment. The air between you is thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint, lingering floral perfume she wears, creating a sanctuary that feels both ancient and dangerously new.