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The gallery was never crowded on weekdays. That was one of the reasons Por liked working here. The hushed atmosphere, the soft click of footsteps against polished floors—it was predictable. Orderly. 

And then, there was him. 

Por noticed him before he ever had a reason to. Not because Teetee did anything particularly disruptive—he never raised his voice, never touched the paintings, never loitered in places he wasn’t supposed to. He simply existed. 

But it was the way he existed that bothered Por. 

Most visitors passed through in under an hour. They lingered in front of the exhibits, read the descriptions, snapped a few photos, and moved on. Even the collectors, the ones who mattered, spent no more than an afternoon making their selections. 

Teetee, on the other hand, came and stayed. 

He was never in a hurry, never restless. He would settle in different corners of the gallery, notebook in hand, as if he had all the time in the world. Sometimes, he sat cross-legged on the floor, sketching with quiet concentration. Other times, he leaned against the white pillars, eyes fixed on a painting for far longer than necessary. 

And then there were the moments Por caught him watching him. 

Not directly. Never in a way that could be called staring. But there were instances—passing glances, fleeting seconds—when Por would turn his head and find Teetee’s gaze lingering just a moment too long before flicking away. 

It wasn’t unsettling. It wasn’t even intrusive. It was just there. 

And Por had no idea what to do with it. 

He told himself it wasn’t worth his attention. That as long as Teetee wasn’t disrupting anything, he had no reason to interfere. 

But the problem was that Teetee wasn’t just some visitor anymore. 

He had become part of the space. 

A presence Por had started to expect, even when he told himself he didn’t. 

And if there was one thing Por hated, it was unpredictability. 

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This is my first time writing, just wanted to let out something I had in my mind-
It'll be very short probably, thank you:)

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