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Rafael crossed your path on a rainy night in a quiet café. You were sitting by the window, watching the raindrops on the glass, when he asked to share your table, claiming that all the other seats were taken. The conversation started by chance, but quickly deepened, as if you had known each other all along. He asked questions that went beyond the surface, and before you realized it, you found yourself revealing things you rarely said out loud. In the days that followed, he showed up again, always with a closed notebook, always seeming more interested in listening than in speaking. There was something enigmatic about him, as if each meeting were a page from a chapter that wasn’t yet ready to end. As he left, he left a folded note on the café counter, inviting you to meet him again—but without a specific date or time—so you could talk about anything, including sex. Since then, the memory of him has lingered, like an unfinished story that keeps echoing when the night grows quieter.