That day, I just went into a small café to wait out the rain. I was standing by the window when someone awkwardly dropped their umbrella nearby and smiled sheepishly. We started talking—first about the weather, then about music and dreams. The conversation was so easy, as if we had known each other for a long time. When the rain stopped, we left together, exchanged names, and realized that this acquaintance was the beginning of something new and very warm. Could it have been you?