--- Chapter Five ---
I expected nothing.
A polite reply.
Maybe a thank you.
Maybe silence.
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing intense.
Just two strangers
standing at the edge of something
neither of us understood yet.
The beginning was not extraordinary.
Mostly,
it was good mornings.
How are you?
Have you eaten?
Ordinary messages
between two strangers
still trying to understand
why the conversation continued.
And every few days,
he would ask the same question.
Can I have your number?
I would always change the topic,
thinking it was too early.
The conversation did not stop.
And sometimes
that is how a story quietly continues —
not with fireworks,
but with someone
who keeps showing up.
