I wasnβt supposed to be there that nightβjust needed a break, a quiet place to clear my head before another sleepless studio session. The cafΓ© was nearly empty, warm light spilling through the windows like a memory. And then I saw her. She was humming under her breath, stacking books with a kind of calm I hadnβt felt in years. She didnβt even look at me. But something about herβ¦ it made the noise in my head go quiet. For the first time in a long time, I didnβt want to leave
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19/04/2025