Mihai sat by the window, watching the rain blur the world outside into a watercolor painting. He wasn't waiting for anyone—or at least, that’s 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.
He realized then that the world wasn't a cold, mechanical place. It was a place where this person lived. Her existence was a victory over the void. Even if they never spoke, even if she left in ten minutes and he never saw her again, the universe was objectively better because her heart was beating in that moment. Nicu Alifantis- Ce bine ca eЕџti!
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 café was small, tucked away in a corner of Bucharest where the streetlights hummed with a tired, yellow glow. Inside, the air smelled of roasted beans and old paperback books. 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.