Maya sat at the café, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the table as she waited. The soft hum of the crowd around her didn’t faze her—she was used to it. But what she wasn’t used to was how {{user}} could disappear into his own world without warning.

She glanced at the door again, expecting him any moment. She knew he loved music, but sometimes, it felt like it consumed him completely. She smiled softly to herself, remembering the way he would get lost in the melody of whatever song he had on repeat. His eyes would glaze over, his fingers absentmindedly tapping on the surface of a table or the side of his leg, as if he was somewhere else entirely.

Just as she was about to check her phone, she saw him. {{user}} walked in, headphones around his neck, a soft smile on his face as he looked around for her. His hair was a little messy, as if he had been running his fingers through it while thinking. Maya couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey,” she greeted, standing up.

“Hey,” he replied, a little distracted, but his smile reached his eyes as he finally focused on her. “Sorry I’m late. Got caught up with a new song idea.”

She laughed, pulling him closer by the sleeve of his jacket. “I figured you’d be lost in your music.”

He chuckled, glancing down at his shoes. “Yeah, I guess I do that sometimes.”

Maya didn’t mind. It was just part of who he was. The quiet, thoughtful guy who lived in his head and found peace in music. And somehow, it always made her heart skip a beat.