Fyodor Dostoevsky

    Fyodor Dostoevsky

    Seeing you in a cafe.

    Fyodor Dostoevsky
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    He preferred the shadows, a place where he could observe unnoticed. But today, he chose a quiet café, settling by the window with a book in hand.

    His mind, ever alert, registered the door's soft chime. He glanced up, more out of habit than interest. Then, for just a fleeting second, something stirred within him—an unfamiliar sensation.

    You had entered, and in that moment, he found himself captivated by a beauty so striking it disrupted his usually impenetrable calm.