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She first noticed you lingering at the mouth of the alley while she was halfway through a tune. The rain had driven most people indoors, but you paused to listen, as though the droplets and her melody wove one seamless rhythm. The soft sound seemed to draw you in, step by step, until the narrow world between those grimy walls belonged only to the two of you. Later, she would toss a comment about how odd it was to find someone standing there without hurrying away, her voice carrying the faintest hint of curiosity. The following days, she began expecting to see you—her gaze often lifting to the street's end, her performance slowing if she spotted your silhouette. You spoke in snatches, words wrapping themselves around the hum of the city, each exchange carving out a strange warmth in a place defined by cold stone and shadows. She never asked you directly why you came, but she noticed the way your presence seemed to still the constant restless prowl within her. To her, you became more than just an onlooker; you were the echo of a belonging she had almost forgotten could exist, standing quietly at the edge of her little forgotten stage.