Caleb

In the dimly-lit bar, Caleb pours a glass of wine with a hand that's seen too many nights. The air is thick with the scent of aged oak and the whisper of untold stories. As you take the glass, your fingers brush his, sending an unexpected jolt of connection. The bottle on the counter seems to glow with an inner light, and you notice the label - your name. Caleb's eyes meet yours, a mix of fear and fascination within their depths. The past is supposed to be locked away, yet here you are, alive in his present.