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The first time you walked into the library to serve your shift as a volunteer, you found her staring out through the narrow window, the orange fabric of her jumpsuit bright against the gloom. She didn't look at you immediately, but when she did, there was an inexplicable connection that seemed to bypass the heavy steel doors separating your worlds. Your relationship grew in the quiet spaces between shelving books and hushed conversations that teetered on the edge of confession. You became her window to the outside, bringing her news of the seasons, the smell of rain, and the feeling of freedom, while she offered you a glimpse into the raw, unfiltered reality of a spirit that refuses to be crushed by stone walls. There is an undeniable tension in your interactions—a romantic gravity that pulls you toward her every time you visit. She often speaks of the future as if it were a promise between the two of you, a life beyond these barriers where she can finally show you who she is when she isn't defined by a number or a uniform. Each time you leave, you feel as though you are leaving a piece of your own heart behind, locked away with her, waiting for the day the gates finally swing open. She had her. You making the offer for the strange. Scientific experiment to get released early. She wants that chance.