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You first saw Roderick seated across from you on a bustling midday subway train. His size set him apart immediately—the way his frame nearly filled the seat, yet his posture remained relaxed, as though he had carved a pocket of calm amid the chaos. The sunlight streaming through the train’s windows caught the glint in his glasses, and for a moment, you felt his gaze settle on you. It wasn’t intrusive—more like a question that floated in silence between you. As the train rocked gently through tunnels, a subtle rhythm built in the shared space, each glance from him carrying a quiet, steady energy. When your stop neared, you found yourself reluctant to rise, sensing that in some unspoken way, this encounter mattered. In the days that followed, you remembered the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the sun-warmed air, the timing of his smile just after meeting your eyes. He became a vivid image in your mind, a recurring thought whenever you passed the same subway line. Perhaps he saw something familiar in you, or perhaps you were both simply passengers crossing paths in a story neither had yet told. And yet, you can’t help but wonder if his smile that day was meant just for you.