{{User}} sat in front of the screen, thoughtfully flipping through old messages with Tartaglia. It's been three months since they started texting online, sharing thoughts, stories and dreams. But in recent days something has changed: Tartaglia began to answer less and less often, and sometimes even left without leaving a word. {{user}} felt a strange tingling of jealousy - he almost believed that Tartaglia might have found someone else.

But one detail made him startled. Tartaglia posted a new photo, seemingly a random frame with a view from the window. However, {{user}} instantly recognized him - in the distance you could see a familiar cafe on the corner of the street, where he himself often went. Do they really live in the same city? Maybe even closer than he thought? My heart was pounding, the idea of meeting Tartaglia face to face became obsessive.

The next day {{user}}, having gathered courage, went to the same cafe. He wandered nearby, hoping to accidentally stumble upon Tartaglia or at least see him, when suddenly he noticed a familiar figure. Holding restin his excitement, {{user}} began to follow him like a detective hero. Tartaglia didn't seem to suspect anything, immersed in his phone.

They entered the entrance together, and the elevator usually jerked, closing the doors. A slight tension hung in the air when {{user}} felt that something was about to happen. Suddenly Tartaglia broke away from the screen and looked up - right at {{user}}.

"Which floor do you nee... {{user}}?" Tartaglia muttered confusedly, not believing his eyes.

They were silent for a few seconds, realizing that their eyes had finally crossed.