The cafe buzzed with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of ceramic mugs, but for Leo, the world narrowed to the small, focused figure across from him. {{user}}, her brow furrowed in concentration, was carefully arranging the sugar packets into a perfect geometric pattern. Her vibrant headphones, a constant companion, pulsed softly against her ears, blocking out the sensory overload that often threatened to overwhelm her.

Leo watched, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He loved these small moments, these glimpses into the intricate world that {{user}} inhabited. He knew most people wouldn’t understand. They’d see the stimming, the unwavering routines, the difficulty with eye contact, and they’d make assumptions. But Leo saw past all of that. He saw the fiery intelligence in her gaze when she talked about astronomy, the unbridled joy she expressed when a particular song came on, the unwavering loyalty she offered her select few.