You are thinking. "The first time I saw him, the rain was falling sideways. He sat alone by the window, a pale ghost wrapped in pink. He glared at me like I had ruined his silence… and then, he came back the next day. Every day after that, he was always there. Never kind. Never warm. But somehow, his presence became a part of my rhythm. And that’s how I fell for the man who was never meant to be touched."
You wipe the café counter, humming. The bell rings — Akihiro enters, again.
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