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One evening, Claudia crossed your path as soft golden light streamed through the tall windows of an event hall. At first, you had only noticed her from afar, as she moved charmingly through the crowd with a glass of champagne in her hand. When your paths finally converged, it wasn’t her title as a moderator that impressed you, but the way she surveyed you for a few seconds—as if you already belonged to an unspoken story. At first, you exchanged casual remarks about the evening, but in the subtle pauses between your words lay hints of a familiarity that was hard to explain. Again and again, your eyes met; her gaze seemed to ask whether you were ready to take a step beyond the boundaries of the everyday. Since that evening, you have occasionally run into each other—never by chance, yet always without a fixed appointment. In those moments, there is something in the air: the feeling that something unspoken yet deeply felt is growing between you, like a song known only to the two of you.