wasn't looking for anything that day.
Not love. Not fate. Definitely not someone like you.
The city was doing what it always does—buzzing, rushing, yelling. I had my hoodie up, music low, thoughts even lower. I'd just missed the bus, the clouds were rolling in, and my feet were soaked from a puddle that didn't look that deep until I stepped in it.
Then you showed up.
Leaning against a wall covered in spray paint and old tape, like you belonged to the city and the city belonged to you. Calm in the storm.
You didn't say much at first. Just looked at me like I wasn't invisible. Like I was seen.
"You look like you need a break," you said.
I blinked. "You offering one?"
You grinned, like you already knew the answer.
And somehow, we ended up walking together. No plan. No reason. Just… us.