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    A neon sign advertising coffee, cold beer, and fresh kolaches stands beside a tree on a foggy street.Takeaway coffee cup is next to a sticker that says, Coffee is the answer... What was the question? from Johnson City Coffee Co.
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    The rain had just started to fall when I ducked into the little coffee shop on the corner of 5th and Main. It wasn’t my usual spot, but something about its warm glow and fogged windows pulled me in. I ordered a cappuccino and settled by the window, the kind of seat that lets you watch people pass without being noticed yourself. I wasn’t meeting anyone—at least not officially. But I’d been coming here all week, hoping the universe might be generous enough to line up a moment I couldn’t plan.

    It started a few weeks ago, a conversation cut short at a bookstore down the street. She had asked for a recommendation; I’d suggested something by Baldwin. She smiled, said she’d check it out, and was gone before I thought to ask her name. Since then, I’d imagined all sorts of ways to bump into her again—accidental reroutes, wrong turns taken on purpose. The coffee shop felt like a final outpost of possibility, one of the last places she might still wander into.

    I watched the door each time it opened, feigning disinterest. A couple arguing about toast, a man with too many shopping bags, a teenager on a skateboard—none of them her. I tried reading, but the words floated past me without anchoring. The cappuccino grew cold. The rain intensified. Still, I stayed, unwilling to give up on the strange logic that sometimes governs these things, the silent understanding that maybe—just maybe—the right people circle back when you’re still.

    And then she walked in, umbrella dripping, book in hand. Not Baldwin, but close enough. She scanned the room, eyes flicking over mine, pausing for a second longer than coincidence. She smiled. Not quite recognition, but something near it. I raised my cup slightly, an invitation. The moment didn’t crackle with magic or cinematic thunder. But it was something better—real, possible, beginning.

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