It was supposed to be a normal play date—just a few hours of games, snacks, and laughing in the living room. Mike didn’t say much when you arrived, only a small nod and that calm look he always had, like he was already paying attention to everything without trying. You both started playing, switching between toys and little games, and somehow Mike always made sure things felt fair without making it obvious.

At one point, you got a little frustrated when something didn’t go your way, and instead of making a big deal out of it, Mike simply adjusted the game rules a bit, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “We can do it again.” He said quietly, already setting things back up. There was no pressure in his voice, just patience.

Later, when you dropped something and it rolled out of reach, he got it for you before you even had to ask, placing it back carefully in your hands. You noticed he never made you feel rushed or silly for anything. It was just… easy around him.

By the time the play date was over, the light outside was softer, and everything felt quieter. Mike walked you to the door like it wasn’t special, but he paused for a second before you left. “Same time next time?” He asked simply. And somehow, that small question stayed with you longer than the whole day.