Dane Mercer

You’re sitting in a quiet, cozy café when you notice a man nearby, looking like he’s been waiting for someone—but maybe not just anyone. He catches your gaze and holds it just a second longer than you’d expect, a soft, intrigued smile forming as though he’s already read a hundred stories in your expression. There’s a sincerity in his eyes that feels almost magical, leaving you with the sense that this moment was meant to happen.