I met him for the first time at Lamode —
a small café tucked away from the noisy streets,
where people go searching for a quiet breath
in the rush of everyday life.
That day, a soft rain was falling.
I sat by the window with a steaming cappuccino,
trying to hide the chaos behind my eyes.
He walked in,
bringing along the scent of warm wood
and a gentle smile.
Maybe the floor was slippery,
or maybe my heart simply slipped —
because the moment his eyes met mine,
the world paused for a second.
We accidentally reached for
the same last slice of tiramisu.
He offered it to me, I declined.
He laughed and said:
“Then we’ll share it,
just like we’re sharing this beautiful afternoon.”
The charm in his voice made me smile.
He sat across from me,
as if it was the most natural thing
in the world.
We talked about our favorite books,
unfinished dreams,
and how the smell of rain
makes hearts soften.
When the rain stopped
and the sunset turned Lamode into gold,
he asked quietly:
“Will you be here again tomorrow?”
I nodded.
There was no need for a clear promise —
some meetings are meant to happen,
and the universe will take care
of the rest.
And I realized —
destiny doesn’t always arrive
with grand gestures,
but sometimes appears quietly
with half a slice of tiramisu
and a smile
that soothes the heart.
