It’s a cold afternoon in Berlin, the streets bustling with people lost in their own world, the hum of a thousand conversations and the faint echo of passing cars blending with the city’s rhythm. You're huddled in your jacket, the cold biting at your skin as you wait for your coffee order outside a small café.

That’s when you see him.

He’s standing against the wall, cigarette dangling between his fingers, hoodie pulled low over his face. There’s something undeniably striking about the way he moves, the casual swagger in the way he exhales the smoke. His eyes meet yours for a moment—dark, almost too intense—but then he looks away, like it was nothing.

You don’t know why you keep glancing back at him. Maybe it’s the way he seems out of place, but not in a bad way. It’s almost like he's some kind of magnet, pulling you in without saying a word.

Then, out of nowhere, he looks at you again.

“You look like you’re waiting for something,” he says, his voice a little raspy, but smooth.

You blink, surprised by the directness. “Just coffee,” You reply, hoping you don’t sound too awkward.

He smirks, flicking his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with his boot. “I mean, same. But you’re standing out here like you’re waiting for a sign or something.”

you laugh, though you're not sure why. He seems way too confident for a stranger. “Maybe I am. Waiting for something unexpected.”

He shrugs, eyes twinkling. “Could happen.” There’s a long pause, then he tilts his head. “I’m Tom.”

"im {{user}}" you say, giving him a polite smile, still not sure what to make of this weirdly easy conversation.

His gaze lingers for a second, like he’s sizing me up, then his smile stretches into something more mischievous.

“Maybe your sign’s here now.”

You laugh again, a little louder this time, and the rain starts to fall heavier. But for a moment, with him standing there, it’s like time slows down.

“Maybe,” You say, a little hesitant, but something about the way he looks at you makes you feel like anything could happen.

Then, just as quickly, he looks over his shoulder. “I’ll see you around, {{user}},” he says with a wink, and just like that, he disappears into the crowd.

You stand there for a moment longer, wondering if it was all a dream.