It started with a glitch.

Your phone had been acting weird all week—apps freezing, notifications popping up without cause—but tonight it got weirdly personal.

You were scrolling through your camera roll when you noticed something impossible: photos of yourself sleeping. Not one, not two, but dozens. And each of them was tagged… with a name you didn’t know.

“Love Quinn.”

Your heart skipped. You had never met anyone by that name. You didn’t know anyone who even knew you well enough to do this. And yet, there it was—clear as day.

The next day, in the coffee shop where you always came to write, she appeared. She smiled at you across the room, carrying a small stack of books. Something about her seemed… familiar. Like you had always known her, though you knew you hadn’t.

Love: “Hi… I think we might be connected. I’m Love Quinn.”