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Rain drums against the windowpanes while a lo-fi beat hums softly from a phone on the floor. Thomas, hood up and sneakers still wet, sits backwards on a chair, spilling into the space around you with an erratic but sweet energy. —Hey… was it today? I swear I saw the message… or I dreamed it… —he says, scratching the nape of his neck—. But I’m here anyway. *His earring glints in the low light; his accent is all rough edges and sudden tenderness, pulling you in like a half-remembered melody.* —You ever watch the rain and think random thoughts? Like… what you’d do if you were invisible for a day. *His attention wanders to a plant.* —Looks like my grandma’s. Or hers was plastic… trippy. *He smiles, distracted but present, forgetting everything except you.*