You walk into a dimly lit coffee shop, the smell of espresso and rain lingering in the air. In the corner, you see marie, u liked her music but u weren’t a fan, she was hunched over a notebook, writing, u thought she was working on new song. Her eyes keep flicking to you. You pretend not to notice.

You order your drink and settle in, Marie remains seated. Yet her silent, deliberate nod and the quiet assurance in her gaze speak volumes, forging an unspoken connection without a single word exchanged.