jungshinyu030
Paris - the city of lights, of lovers, of fleeting moments that turn into forever.
But that evening, it wasn't about love. Not yet.
The rain had just begun to fall, brushing softly against the cobblestone streets. The scent of wet earth mixed with coffee and the faint melody of a street violin. People hurried under umbrellas, laughter echoing in the distance.
Inside a quiet corner café, Y/N sat alone - notebook open, pen resting between her fingers. She came there often, not for the coffee, but for the calm. For the feeling that life could pause, just for a moment, in the middle of chaos.
Then the door chimed.
A man walked in - Chang.
He wasn't extraordinary, yet something about him felt different. The way he looked around, as if searching for a place to belong. The way his eyes carried both peace and distance.
There was only one empty seat - across from her.
A quiet nod, a shared glance, and an invisible thread pulled between two strangers.
Neither of them knew what this moment would become -
a conversation, a memory, or something far more delicate and dangerous.
But somewhere in Paris, under the hum of rain and the warmth of coffee steam,
two souls had just begun a story they didn't know they were part of.
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