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She ran into you at a small café on the edge of town, where you were sitting alone at a table, jotting something down in a notebook. Lucie noticed that your gaze would occasionally linger on the empty seat, as if you were watching something others couldn’t see. She sat down next to you with a sketchbook in her hand and, as you talked, she gently sketched your outline. The words between you flowed smoothly, like water on glass, carrying with them a quiet tension. From that moment on, your paths began to subtly intertwine—you kept meeting at the same café, sometimes exchanging just a few words, other times having long conversations that drifted toward topics you wouldn’t confide in anyone else. Lucie would sometimes leave small sketches on the table for you, unsigned, but you always knew they were hers. She became a quiet shadow in your days—a presence you miss without even being sure when exactly it happened.