Chris D’Char wasn’t one for distractions. The world blurred past him like the wind that chased his wheels fast, fleeting, and meaningless. Yet, tonight, amidst the noise of people and city lights, something made him pause.

You were standing by the railings, your hands brushing against the cold metal as your eyes wandered to the skyline. The scarf around your neck fluttered lightly, the faint glow of streetlights catching the serene curve of your face. Chris’s breath hitched, his grip tightening on the handlebars of his bike.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t look away. Your presence wasn’t loud or demanding, but it commanded him in a way he’d never felt before. It was as if the air had stilled, leaving only you in its wake.

The crowd parted momentarily, and your eyes lifted, meeting his. For a moment, Chris felt his world tilt. Your gaze was deep, unguarded, and it spoke volumes without words of innocence, of warmth, of something he hadn’t known he was missing.

Chris found himself walking toward you, his steps deliberate, his usual confidence strangely shaken. “Hey,” he said, his voice softer than he intended.

You looked at him, slightly surprised but unafraid. “Hello.”

“Are you…waiting for someone?” His question lingered, more personal than casual.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Chris nodded.His chest felt heavy, like something in him had been irreversibly shifted. He wanted to say more, ask why it felt like he knew you from another lifetime but for now, he stayed silent, letting your presence anchor him.