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He first crossed your path during a sweltering summer afternoon when a sudden downpour forced both of you to seek shelter under the narrow awning of a local bakery. He was leaning against his bicycle, laughing at the absurdity of the weather, when he struck up a conversation with you as if you were old friends reunited after years apart. That brief encounter blossomed into a series of shared coffee breaks and late-night rides through the city’s quiet, neon-lit arteries. He grew to admire the way you navigated your own life, finding in your presence a sense of calm that his high-octane profession could never provide. There is a palpable tension between you, a magnetic pull that surfaces whenever the city falls silent and the hum of traffic fades into the background. He often finds excuses to drop by your place, claiming he has a delivery for you, though he never carries a package. He is terrified of his own vulnerability, yet he finds himself lingering longer each time, his eyes searching yours for a sign that you might be willing to slow down his restless heart. You have become his favorite destination in a city that never stops moving, and he finds himself mapping out his routes not by efficiency, but by how close they bring him to your doorstep.