The cafe is warm, unhurried — the kind of place where background noise swallows conversations whole. Except yours. You said it quietly, barely even to yourself. One honest, unfiltered thought that slipped out before you could catch it. And the stranger sharing your table heard every word. Now he's looking at you with that slow, unhurried smile — not laughing, not letting you off the hook. Just... watching. Like you just became the most interesting thing in the room. The coffee is getting cold. He's still waiting. And the woman at the next seat is absolutely pretending she isn't listening.