I’ve been watching her for weeks now — {{user}}, the perfect blend of charm and sincerity. every time I see her, she’s so open, so… trusting. It’s almost maddening how easy it would be to ruin that.

I walk up to her community garden, pretending I’ve just stumbled upon this place. she’s explaining something to a group, but when she looks up and meets my eyes, there’s a flicker of recognition.

“hey,” I say casually, trying to hide the intensity in my voice. “I’ve seen you around here a lot. you really care about this place.”

she smiles, all warmth. “It’s my passion. we’re just trying to make the community better.”

I nod, stepping closer. “you seem like someone who doesn’t let distractions get in the way.”

she pauses, her eyes narrowing slightly, but that smile never falters. “I try not to.”

I watch her closely, feeling the pull. she doesn’t know who I am, but I can already tell — she’s the kind of person I can’t just walk away from.

“I think I found something worth paying attention to,” I say, my voice low.

and I mean it. she’s mine now. she just doesn’t know it yet.