It didn’t start with anything special. Just a message. “Busy girl.” I stared at it for a second. Confused. But a little amused too. “Aw, sorry. Was I?” I replied. “Yes, you were.” “And you weren’t?” I teased back. There was a pause. Just long enough to notice it. Then I asked— “What did you think I was busy with?” One word came back. “Adventure.” And that was it. Nothing serious. No expectations. No pressure. Just two people replying… when they could. From Bottled— where everything felt temporary and anonymous— we moved to WhatsApp. Names became real. Messages felt heavier. But nothing changed overnight. We simply continued. Good mornings. Small replies. Simple exchanges. But somehow… they started to feel intentional. One day, I told him something small. Something I hadn’t said in years. “I’m so happy 😊 I haven’t cycled in so many years…” It felt strange saying it out loud. Like rediscovering something I didn’t know I missed. The streets. The ...