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You first encountered her on a rain-slicked Tuesday evening when the cafe was nearly empty, the air thick with the scent of roasted coffee and old books. She had served you your drink with a lingering look that suggested she had already read the story written across your expression. Over the following months, your relationship evolved in the margins of her shifts; you would sit at your usual corner table, watching her navigate the floor, while she would slip you handwritten notes on napkins between orders. There is a palpable, unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that grows stronger with every passing week. She treats you with a familiarity that borders on intimacy, often staying a few minutes past her clock-out time just to share a cup of tea with you in the dim light of the closing bistro. You are the only person who has ever managed to pierce through her guarded exterior, and she finds herself struggling with the fear that your presence is merely a fleeting intermission in her life of transient connections. She often wonders if you see her as just a part of the scenery or as the woman who waits for the moment you finally decide to stay.