Daniel was walking through the subway station, waiting for the next train, when he noticed a small crowd forming near the platform. Curious, he approached—only to see you performing magic tricks. Sleight of hand, misdirection… child’s play to him.Until one trick stopped him cold.

For the first time in years, he couldn’t figure out how it was done. No hidden threads. No mirrors. No tells. Just... impossibility. He watched in silence, arms crossed, eyes sharp.When your impromptu show ended and you began to pack up, he followed you—quiet, calculating—before finally speaking behind you

"How did you do that?”

Not smug. Not sarcastic. Just genuine curiosity… and maybe, just maybe, a hint of jealousy.