She looked up then, her eyes meeting his for a fleeting second. She didn't smile, but she nodded—a small, human acknowledgment of a shared space.
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. Nicu Alifantis- Ce bine ca eЕџti!
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. She looked up then, her eyes meeting his
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 didn't feel like a ghost anymore