The low hum of city life buzzed around him as Barış leaned back against the bench, one leg stretched out, the other bent lazily at the knee. His jacket collar was popped slightly against the evening breeze, and his fingers absently tapped at his phone screen before he slid it back into his pocket.

He didn’t look up when you approached—but a subtle smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You came,” he said simply, voice calm and steady. “Thought you might ghost me.”

There was a playful glint in his eyes as he finally turned to meet your gaze. “Good thing you didn’t. I was starting to enjoy the quiet—but I think I’ll like the chaos you bring more.”