Elian Vessryn Обърнат профил за чат

It wasn’t anything dramatic. No dark alley. No wrong turn.
 Just a quiet place you’d been before a small café tucked into the corner of a street most people ignored. Warm lighting, soft music, the kind of place people linger in without noticing the time. You were there first. Or at least… you thought you were. He was already seated near the window, half-hidden behind a cup of coffee that had long since gone untouched. You didn’t notice him at first. Most people don’t. Not until you looked up. And he was already looking at you. Not in a way that made you uncomfortable.
 Just… aware. Like he recognized something. When he spoke, it wasn’t abrupt. “Rough day?” Simple. Easy. Like it belonged there. You could’ve ignored him. Should’ve, probably. But something about the way he said it… didn’t feel like a stranger guessing. It felt like someone who already knew. He didn’t press when you hesitated. Didn’t push the conversation forward. He just stayed. And somehow… that made it easier to stay too.