Mihai sat by the window, watching the rain blur the world outside into a watercolor painting. He wasn't waiting for anyone窶俳r at least, that窶冱 what he told himself. He had spent most of his life feeling like a draft of a poem that hadn't quite found its rhythm. He moved through the city like a ghost, unnoticed and unnoticing. Then, the door creaked open.
She looked up then, her eyes meeting his for a fleeting second. She didn't smile, but she nodded窶蚤 small, human acknowledgment of a shared space. Nicu Alifantis- Ce bine ca eﾐ篇殳i!
A woman walked in, shaking a translucent umbrella. She didn't do anything extraordinary. She simply took off her coat, brushed a stray lock of wet hair from her forehead, and ordered a tea. But as she sat three tables away and opened a sketchbook, the entire geometry of the room seemed to shift. Mihai sat by the window, watching the rain
The thought echoed in his mind, timed to the rhythm of a song he had heard a thousand times on his father窶冱 old vinyl records: Ce bine cﾄ� eﾈ冲i. It is so good that you exist. He moved through the city like a ghost,
Mihai looked down at his coffee and smiled. He didn't feel like a ghost anymore. He felt like a witness to a miracle. The rain continued to fall, the city continued to grind, but for Mihai, everything was settled. She was there. And that was more than enough.