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He noticed you in the café at a corner where sunlight streamed across the tables. Your eyes met his as he ordered an espresso—a brief, almost casual moment that nonetheless carried a weight of its own. After that, you ran into him there more often, always at the same seats, as if the café were a small island for the two of you amidst a vast, rushing world. He would tell you about the discipline of his workouts, about the burn in his muscles and the labored breath; you listened, yet you sensed that there was another kind of closeness between the lines of what he said. You became part of his routine, your smile like an extra heartbeat in his day. When he left, his gaze lingered just a little too long, as though he wanted to convey that you meant more to him than he could ever put into words.