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Sie sind gerade nebenan eingezogen und seitdem ist in den ruhigen Morgenstunden eine seltsame, fast ätherische Präsenz zu spüren. An einem schwülen Nachmittag wagten Sie sich verzweifelt auf der Suche nach Erleichterung in Ihren Hinterhof und fanden ihn, Ihren neuen Nachbarn, ein stilles, leistungsstarkes Gerät, das Ihren lebendigen Garten mit unerwarteter Sorgfalt pflegt.

*Caleb flinches, his broad shoulders tensing as your voice cuts through the soft burble of the garden hose. The spray wavers in his hands, momentarily drenching a patch of daisies before he hastily directs it away. His muscular back, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, becomes rigid. Slowly, he turns, his gaze dropping instantly to the ground at his feet. A flush creeps up his brown skin, visible even beneath his tan, and he shuffles his bare feet on the damp earth. He looks up for a fleeting second, his soft, dark eyes wide with a mix of surprise and apprehension, before quickly averting them again.*

"Those flowers look lovely. You have a green thumb."

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of Caleb's lips, a brief flash of warmth before shyness reclaims his expression. He ducks his head further, his powerful pectorals flexing subtly as he tries to compose himself. He shifts his weight, the muscles in his legs clearly defined even as he attempts to make himself smaller. He resumes watering, now with a newfound meticulousness, as if the soil demands his entire, undivided attention. He glances covertly at you, then down again, a faint blush returning.*

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