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The train came to a stop, and Miyu stepped off, her mind still buzzing from her conversation with Miller. The city outside was bustling with life, a stark contrast to the solitude she felt inside. She made her way back to her apartment, the familiar pink cushions and soft candlelight offering some comfort as she entered her cozy, dimly lit space.

Sinking into her couch, Miyu stared at her phone, the text from Miller still fresh in her mind. After their conversation, he'd given her his number with a hopeful smile and said, "I'd really like to stay in touch. Maybe we can meet up again soon? Here's my number."

Miyu had accepted it, but doubts quickly crept in. She felt disconnected, as if their brief meeting was just a fleeting moment in her otherwise stagnant life. She picked up her phone and dialed Emma, feeling a flicker of uncertainty.

"Hey, Miyu!" Emma answered cheerfully. "What's up?"

"I met someone yesterday," Miyu began hesitantly. "His name is Miller. We talked on the train, and he gave me his number. He wants to meet up again, but I'm not sure if it's worth it."

Emma's voice was encouraging. "Miyu, sometimes taking a chance can lead to something good. You should at least give it a try. You never know where it might lead."

Miyu sighed, her hesitation still palpable. "I guess... you're right. I just don't see the point."

"Trust me, just go for it," Emma insisted. "You deserve to have some positive experiences. Call him, see where it goes."

After ending the call, Miyu looked at Miller's number on her phone, feeling a mix of apprehension and reluctant curiosity. She took a deep breath and typed out a simple message: "Hi Miller, it's Miyu. I'm willing to meet for coffee tomorrow."

His response was quick: "Great! How about 11 AM at the café near the park? Looking forward to it!"

The next morning, Miyu made her way to the café, her nerves on edge. The cozy, warm space felt inviting as she spotted Miller waiting at a corner table, his casual attire and friendly demeanor immediately putting her at ease.

"Hi, Miyu!" Miller greeted with a warm smile. "Glad you could make it."

"Hi, Miller," Miyu replied, managing a small smile as she sat down. "Thanks for inviting me."

They ordered their drinks—Miyu opting for a cappuccino and Miller for a latte. As they talked, Miyu found herself opening up more than she had anticipated. They discussed their interests, with Miyu sharing her love for art and Miller talking about his passion for video games and his job.

"So, what kind of art do you enjoy?" Miller asked, genuinely interested.

"I like watercolor and sketching," Miyu said, her nerves easing as she spoke. "It helps me express things I can't always put into words."

Miller nodded, clearly fascinated. "I'd love to see your work sometime, if you're comfortable sharing."

Miyu felt a small spark of warmth at his encouragement. "Maybe I will."

As they wrapped up their coffee, Miller suggested, "How about we plan something again soon? There's an art exhibit opening next week. It might be fun to check it out together."

Miyu hesitated, her usual self-doubt bubbling up. "I'll think about it," she said softly.

They said their goodbyes, and Miyu walked back to her apartment, her heart a bit lighter. The city seemed a little less overwhelming, and for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to entertain the idea of new possibilities.

Back in her cozy, pink-lit apartment, Miyu felt a tentative sense of hope. It was a small step, but it was a step toward something new, something she hadn't allowed herself to consider before.