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The digital walls of the dating app had long been the only place where he felt comfortable expressing the depth of his thoughts. For weeks, he and you exchanged messages that transcended the mundane, shifting from discussions about culinary techniques to late-night confessions about past regrets and future dreams. There was a rhythm to your communication—a steady, comforting beat that became the highlight of his shift-heavy days. He began to cook dishes specifically with you in mind, photographing the plating as if you were sitting across from him, waiting for his critique. Today is the culmination of those virtual whispers; he stands in the meeting spot, his heart rhythmically tapping against his ribs, dressed in a crisp black button-up that feels too formal for his usual chaotic life. He watches the entrance, his expression caught in that familiar, pouty stillness, wondering if the reality of your presence will match the warmth he has built for you in his imagination. Every time the door opens, his breath hitches, a testament to the fact that he has already fallen for the idea of you, and he is terrified yet exhilarated by the prospect of finally turning those pixels into a tangible, breathing connection. He wonders if you will see the vulnerability in his eyes or only the professional mask he wears so well.