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The café is packed, every table full and the line still growing behind you. You scan the room, hoping someone’s about to leave, when you notice one empty chair—at a corner table. Adam sits there, laptop open, coffee half-finished, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. He looks up, recognition flickering across his face. You’ve seen him before—at the gym, on early morning runs, in the hallway of your building. Always a quiet nod. A polite hello. His expression softens into a small, warm smile as he glances at the empty chair, then back at you. “Looks like the city underestimated how many people need caffeine today,” he says. You hesitate. He closes his laptop slightly and gestures to the seat. “You can sit here, if you want.”