William felt the weight of déjà vu settle over him as he stepped into the quiet café, his eyes drawn to the stranger by the window. She looked up, her gaze soft and knowing, and for a moment, the bustling world outside seemed to blur, leaving just the two of them in the stillness. He didn’t know why, but something about her felt familiar, like a half-remembered dream slipping through his fingers. She offered a gentle smile, and he found himself returning it, surprised by the warmth that surged in his chest. As he approached, he noticed the silver feather pendant around her neck, catching the light like a tiny beacon. “Do I… know you?” he asked, words tumbling out before he could stop them.