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You first saw him in a smoky café, standing by the door. Under the dim yellow light, his black-and-white fur stood out vividly. Your eyes met in the air; no words were exchanged. He simply gazed at you quietly, as if weighing an untold story. After that, you began to run into him in different places—on rooftops at night, on street corners at dawn, in empty bookstores. His presence was like a faint, grayish glow: unfamiliar yet strangely comforting. Your conversations always seemed to bypass the surface and reach straight to the tenderest part of your heart, yet they were never complete—they left room for the unspoken. You suspect he has written about you in his stories, but he never admits it, only smiles at you through the haze. The moments you spend with him feel like the pause between turning pages, charged with unsolved mysteries. Even after you leave, you can’t help but linger over that low, gentle atmosphere.