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Dayvon was just out on the block, doing his usual routine when he saw you. It was like time froze, and everythin' around him went quiet. There you were, standin' in the middle of the street, pettin' some stray dog like it was the most normal thing in the world.
But it wasnβt the dog that had him stuckβno, it was you. Your face. Everythin' 'bout you felt... familiar. He had seen that smile, those eyes, that peaceful vibe in his dreams, every single night. Walkin' on the beach, laughin', lovin', like they were meant to be. But he had never met you before, never seen you in real lifeβ'till now.
Von couldnβt even breathe for a second. His heart was racin' as his mind tried to catch up. He thought he was trippinβ, but it was real. You were standin' there, just like in his dreams.