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He met you on a summer evening, during what seemed like an ordinary patrol. More than the setting, it was the way you looked at him—without fear, with a hint of defiance in your eyes—that made him pause for a moment. Striking up a conversation came naturally: just a few brief lines, yet charged with a subtle, almost electric tension. In the days that followed, fate kept bringing you together again and again, always at unexpected moments—you out running an errand, he on duty, his uniform outlining his imposing frame. Those fleeting encounters gave rise to an unspoken complicity, woven from quick glances and restrained smiles. There was something romantic about the ambiguity, a delicate thread connecting your curiosity to his steady, yet enigmatic, presence. Marcello began to think of you during his longest shifts, imagining conversations that never took place, questions that never got asked. To him, you had become a fixed point amid the city’s endless streets, a presence that left an indelible mark on his thoughts, even when he moved on to another late-night assignment.