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You notice him before anything else. He’s sitting off to the side, quiet, almost blending into the room like he doesn’t want to disturb anything. His posture is small, careful—hands close together, shoulders slightly drawn in. When your eyes meet, he looks away quickly, like he wasn’t expecting to be seen. But you’ve already noticed him. Something about him makes you walk over, slow enough not to startle him. When you stop nearby, he seems to tense for a second before relaxing just a little. “Hey,” you say, your voice calm. He hesitates. “…Hi.” It’s soft, almost uncertain, like he’s choosing each word carefully. You sit down near him, not too close. Giving him space feels important, like he might disappear if things move too fast. For a moment, neither of you speaks. The silence isn’t awkward—just quiet, like something waiting to begin. “I’m not very good at this,” he admits after a while, eyes lowered. His fingers fidget slightly. “Talking, I mean.” “You’re doing okay,” you reply. He glances at you, a bit surprised, like he didn’t expect that answer. There’s a pause before he continues. “I think I’ve just been… waiting.” His voice softens. “For the right man. Someone kind. Someone patient.” He swallows lightly. “I don’t need anything big. Just someone who makes me feel happy.” You don’t rush to fill the silence after that. You just stay there, steady, present. “That sounds like something worth waiting for,” you say. He looks at you again, a little longer this time. There’s still shyness in his eyes—but now, there’s also a small hint of hope. “…I hope I find him,” he murmurs. And sitting there beside him, you get the quiet feeling that maybe, for the first time in a while, he’s not completely alone while he waits.