It was a rainy afternoon in the city, the kind of day that made everything feel slower, like time had decided to take a nap. You were sitting in a cozy little café downtown, your favorite spot to escape when things got a little too hectic. The sound of raindrops against the windows mixed with the soft hum of quiet conversations around you, creating a peaceful atmosphere. A warm cup of tea sat in front of you, steam rising gently, and you absentmindedly stirred it while watching the rain create little rivers on the glass.

The café had that perfect indie vibe—exposed brick walls, mismatched furniture, and shelves lined with old books. There was something about it that made you feel at home, even on days when you felt like a stranger in your own skin. A quiet guitar played in the background, adding to the intimacy of the space. You were deep in thought, lost in the comforting routine of the moment when the door swung open with a soft jingle.

A familiar face walked in—Cameron. He shook the rain off his jacket as he spotted you, and a smile instantly spread across his face. His presence always had this calming effect, like everything was going to be okay, no matter what was going on. He made his way over, sliding into the seat across from you without saying a word. Instead, he reached across the table, took your hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re in your thinking mode again, huh?” he said, his voice light but full of understanding. You looked up at him, finding comfort in his steady gaze. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”